Tú Eres Mia. (Bad Bunny)

"We're going on a date, bonita!"

The next morning, I was woken up by kisses that were placed in the crook of my neck. Still half asleep I pressed my body against Benito's. "Buenos dias, hermosa." he mumbled against my skin. "Good morning, Conejo." I answered, yawning. While still kissing the crook of my neck, he squeezed my inner thigh. I let out a soft moan, before I turned around to face him. We laid there in silence for a little while, sharing a kiss every now and then, until I decided to get up and take a shower. "I'll go take a shower." I informed him, when I got out of bed. He nodded in response and also sat up. "Mind if I come with you?" he then asked, winking at me. "No." I answered, walking over to my closet. I grabbed some fresh underwear and a pair of sweatpants from it; then I walked over to the door. 

After our shower, I walked into the kitchen to find Felícia sitting at the table with a mug of coffee in her hand. "I heard, you were quite loud last night." she said, giving me a devilish smile. I blushed and looked down at my feet. "Kinda, but I didn't even know that Damon was home." I answered, looking back up. "As long as you had fun. Is he still here?" she wanted to know. Just when I was about to answer, her eyes focused something behind me. I turned around only to see Benito coming into the kitchen. "I have an appointment in two hours, so I'll leave, but I'll text you as soon as I can." he said, before giving me a kiss. Right after he went into my room to get his jacket, his phone and his wallet. Before he left, he said his goodbyes, gave me another passionate kiss and walked out of the door. "Oh my god, did you see that?" she squealed excited. "See what?" I questioned confused. You see, I'm one of these people who don't get body language, you literally need to scream it into my face, when you want to make something clear to me. "Girl, he likes you." Cia said, dragging the word 'you'. "Cia, we met three weeks ago, I doubt that he actually likes me." I told her, sighing. "Still, he does. And you like him too." she stated, before getting up from the chair. "I'd like to get to know him, yes, but I wouldn't say that I like him. For that I haven't known him long enough for." I replied truthfully. "So, if he asked you out right on the spot, you'd say no?" she questioned confused. I thought about it for a minute because I had never thought about a situation like that before. To be honest, I couldn't even imagine that Benito was the type of guy to date. He seemed like the type of guy that had been hurt too many times to actually develop feelings. "I barely know him, of course, I wouldn't start dating him right away. Besides, we literally both just wanted to fuck." I explained to Cia. Obviously she didn't believe me a single word because she skeptically eyed me up and down. "Right, that's why he wants to see you again because he just wants to sleep with you." she said sarcastically. I didn't know what to say, so I just looked down at my feet. It was quiet for a couple of minutes except for the sound Felícia's mug cup made when she put it back onto the kitchen table. "Okay, let me ask you something." she then broke the silence between us. I nodded to signalize her to keep talking. "Did he ask you personal questions?" she continued. "The usual. Like my occupation, my family, stuff like that." I answered, shrugging. "No, I mean really personal questions, like about your childhood or about your dreams." she explained slowly. I thought about it for a second and indeed, he had asked me quite a lot about my life. He had wanted to know about how I had grown up, if I had a good relationship with my family, and about what had went down in my last relationship and he had told me all about him as well. "Yeah, he wanted to know a lot and he also told me a lot about his past." I told her totally lost in thoughts. "There you go, that's proof that he likes you! I bet ten bucks that he's going to ask you on a date." Felícia said with a smirk on her face. 

Later on, her and I were laying on the couch, binge watching Game of Thrones, when my phone started to ring. "Hello?" I answered, without looking at the caller ID. "¡Hola, bonita!" Benito's voice greeted me. Felícia looked at me confused. "It's Benito." I whispered towards her. "Put him on speakerphone!" she whispered back. I nodded and turned up the volume of my phone. "Hey, Benito, what's up?" I then said. "Are you free tomorrow?" he asked and I could hear that he was smiling. "Uh, my shift ends at three, why?" I counter questioned a little confused. "Great! I'll pick you up at five then." he said, sounding excited. "For what?" I wanted to know. "We're going on a date, bonita!" he then stated like it was the most normal thing on earth. "Are we?" I questioned slowly. "Yes! So I'll pick you up at five. You might as well wear something casual." Benito said, before hanging up on me. I stared at the display of my phone, then I looked at Cia who was grinning from ear to ear. "Guess, you owe me ten bucks!" she squealed happily. 

Benito

Smiling, I put my phone back into my pocket. I was currently chilling at my hotel room with José. "What are you smiling at?" he wanted to know, when he sat back down on the couch. "It's nothing." I answered, shaking my head. "Oh, it's a girl." he realized. He was one of the few people that were able to read me like a book. Nodding, I turned my head towards him. Despite our nine year age gap, we got along extremely well and he was kind of like a father figure for me in the music industry. When I needed advice, I could ask him, when I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there - not that that happened very often -, and whenever I had gotten to know somebody, he was one of the first people, I actually talked to about it. "¿Cómo se llama?" he wanted to know, while looking at the TV. "Casey." I answered, pulling out my phone again. "Either you're gonna get her laid later or you already have." he stated. It was usual that when I was involved with a girl, it was only about sex, nothing else. "I already have, but I have a date with her tomorrow." I then explained, still looking for a picture that I could show him. Since she didn't have any social media accounts except for Facebook, I had to go through our messages to find one. "A date? You, Bad Bunny, have a date?" he asked, laughing a little. "Yep. Here, that's her." I answered, when I had finally found a picture of her. "Don't get me wrong, you're like a brother to me, but you're not the date kind of guy. Yeah, she's pretty. How long have you known each other for?" he was curious now. José was right, I never liked going on dates; especially not as Bad Bunny. "About three weeks, why are you asking?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "Be careful, please, you never know if she's really into you or the money and the fame. Your ex was just the same and she's the reason why you don't date anymore." he explained a little worried. "Don't worry about that, she doesn't know who I am. She doesn't listen to Reggaeton nor does she go out a lot." I told him, smiling at the memory of her, asking me about my name. "Oh, really, but if you're going on a date with her, wouldn't it be fair to tell her who are?" he suggested. "I will tell her eventually, I just want to see if she actually likes me." I answered, shrugging. He sighed and shook his head. I knew that it was wrong not to tell her who I was, but my ex had used me for the fame and that made me extremely careful, when I got to know new people.