Kyla
I collapse next to Carlos on his bed, panting heavily.
“Christ, woman, are there any positions you can’t get into.” He breathes out from next to me.
It has been a fun couple of hours. I have been showing off my flexibility to Carlos, who was impressed.
“No, not really.” I laugh.
He glances over at me, “I swear you are going to be the death of me.” He chuckles.
“At least you will die a happy man,” I tease.
He nods and reaches over to kiss me, “Yes, I would be indeed.”
When he pulls away, we take some time to catch our breath. I am exhausted and sweaty; Carlos is the same. Once I pull it together, I reach for his tee on the floor, slip it over my head, and climb out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he whines.
“To get some dessert. You had yours. I want mine.” I laugh and
