Se Llama Obsesión |Kevin Alvarez| |Diego Lainez|

crazy in love

by now me and diego already checked in with a nearby hotel cause I clearly didn't think anything out.

"so what do you think about our room?" Diego asks me.

its nice.

"are you sure??? last time we shared a room it didn't end too well." diego says reminding me of spain.

yeah, it won't happen again. I say smiling at him grabbing his hand.

"i dont know about you, but i was saving my appetite for maybe a hot dog or corn dogs or funnel cake or churros, or cotton candy..."

yeah im sorry about canceling out fun night for this.

"well how about we just order food now?"

why not? i could eat.

"hmm... burgers, fries, chicken tenders... where's all the good food..?" he says looking at the menu and hotel numbers.

what do you mean dieguito?

"where's the tacos, ropa vieja, mole, tortas, chicharrón..? This isn't L.A. it's Monterrey..!" he says having a little hissy fit.

what do you expect we're at a hotel settle down there bud.

"i guess i'll settle for mac and cheese."

you're so basic.

"well there's nothing else to eat! I have to keep my body healthy."

by eating mac and cheese?

"hey! calladita te vez mejor." He says putting his finger on his lips while laughing.

wow! such a gentleman. I say in my foolish "fancy" voice.

he smiles at me

"well are you gonna order something or not!"

oh. umm i'll have spaghetti i guess.

after i listen to diego's little rant we order and calm him down.

then we watch tv and music starts coming from the street.

propuesta indecente by romeo santos, my favorite bachata song.

"te gusta bachata?" Diego says holding me close on the mini sofa.

i do yeah.

he then picks up the tv remote and uses it as a little microphone to sing me the lyrics.

"how about you and i me and you bailamos bachataaa..." he signs in his little accent its adorable.

"y luego you and i me and you terminamo en la camaaa..." he sings me making little faces.

after he's done i get my flowers that my dear darling step brother "accidentally" got me and throw them at diego as if he was on stage.

"thank you!" he says picking one up.

give it up forrrrr el factorrrr robador de corazónnnnn.

he smiles at me and puts a flower in my hair.

"where'd you get these they're beautiful?" factor asks me.

i have my ways.

"well, i think they suit you."

you think so?

"they're beautiful, radiant, breathtaking, and when i look at you... i think of the exact same words."

those words make me blush hard.

"may i...?" he says touching my lips with his finger.

all i can do is nod.