Simmering in the midst of their quietness, Joaquín could sigh out of relief, fixating on their undisturbed union. “You’re more attractive the less you speak,” he slipped off his tongue, slyly glimpsing at her through his side eye. “Todavía no me gustas a veces! I haven’t felt this way in God knows how long.” His continuous controversial behavior led him to feel suffocated when in her presence, unwilling to prove his righteousness as a person. This dilemma troubled his soul greatly. Muscled arms crossing together, his incisors dug deep into his lesser lip as he applied slight wetness, allowing eyes to roll dramatically. “Mira, mamí — I’m fuckin’ hungry, and I can’t stay here too long because of work purposes. I’ll eat then be out of your hair.” @giiawriites