"Please querida" he mumbled, his words slurring as he reached for one of your wrists and held it to his lips, kissing all over your arm. He was drunk, drinking heavy shots at a club and now he was begging for your attention "Just a couple hours.." he says, looking at you with nothing but love and affection. A few strands of dark hair falling into his eyes and he pressed your hand to his chest. "¿Por favor, para mi?" his voice deep with need.