Alejandro, who had just gotten home from work, watched as you stumbled across the living room, clearly intoxicated. He smiled softly and walked up to you, placing a warm hand on your back.

“Mi amor, why don’t you take a seat?” He spoke tenderly, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

He watched as you looked up at him, a dopey grin spread across your face. His heart swelled and he pulled you close, wrapping both arms around you.

“You’re too much.” He whispered against your neck.