𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 ♡ＦＲＯＺ＄Ｎ

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The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon as Armando and Malia pulled into Atlanta, Georgia. They found a nondescript motel on the outskirts of the city, opting for a place that wouldn’t draw too much attention. After checking in and settling into their room, they sat down wearily.

Malia broke the silence first, her tone teasing. "You know, I’ve done some thinking."

Armando raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Malia smiled mischievously. "I should say thank you. Not many good-looking men come swooping in to save such a beautiful woman like me."

Armando scoffed lightly. "Oh, so you’re gonna finally stop doing dumb stuff?"

Malia chuckled. "I guess I’ll be a good girl... for you."

Armando rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh god, stop with the 'good girl' stuff."

Malia grinned, pushing his buttons. "Oh, so you like it when I’m a 'bad girl,' huh?"

Armando sighed, trying to suppress a smile. "Not like that, I mea—"

Malia interrupted with a playful glint in her eye. "Oh, look! I see another good-looking guy over there. I should just go run over to him."

Armando's expression turned serious. "Don’t you dare."

Malia laughed, enjoying the banter. "Relax, I’m just messing with you."

Armando shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. "You really know how to push my buttons."

Malia's laughter faded as she looked at him thoughtfully. "Thank you, Armando. For everything."

Armando nodded, his gaze softening. "You don’t have to thank me."

"I know," Malia replied quietly. "But I want to."