The evening was peaceful, baking a tray of cookies with nothing more to be heard in the night other than the sound of romántica salsa and the faint ticking from a clock, while the sunset provided rays of gold light through the window.

Carlos took note of the music once stepped out of his room, a small, flirtatious smirk tugging at his lips as he made his way over to you.

“Why don’t we dance, cariño?” His tone playful and seductive as he offered one of his hands to you, waiting to be taken.