Tú Eres Mia. (Bad Bunny)

"I'm all yours, Conejo."

After the little fight Benito had gotten involved in, we had stayed at the club, but soon after had decided to leave. Cia and Damon wanted to stay, so Benito and I said our goodbyes and let Luis pick us up. His good mood and his goofy smiles had completely vanished. I knew that he was a little drunk and I also knew that he sometimes got sentimental, when he was - believe me, I had received enough drunk texts to prove that. He looked out of the window, biting the nail of his thumb and bobbing with one of his feet - also a habit I had learned about. "Everything okay, Conejo?" I asked placing my right hand over his left. He nodded, but didn't look at me. "Did I do something?" I then wanted to know because I had the feeling that he was mad at me. "No, you didn't. I'm just worried, you know?" he then sighed, turning his head towards me. "About what?" I questioned concerned. "That you might as well leave me for someone else like all of my ex-girlfriends did." he mumbled, looking at my hand on his. "Why would I do that?" I countered a little surprised. "I don't know maybe you meet someone better or you realize that you don't like me as much as you think you do." he explained quietly. "Baby, no, I won't do that." I assured him with a soothing voice. "How can you be so sure?" he asked, looking back up. "Because I believe in fixing things instead of replacing them with something new and that also includes relationships." I explained to him, intertwining my fingers with his. He gave me a small and very insecure smile. I smiled back at him and then leaned in to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

As we entered my apartment, I dragged him into my room. He was just as tired as I was, but that didn't stop us from attacking each other with kisses. We hadn't seen nor touched each other in two months all that desire was coming out in that moment. Benito was way more aggressive than I had ever experienced it before, but I didn't mind, in fact, I liked it a lot. The aggressive way he was working on my neck and the rough way he took my clothes off had me feeling some kind of way. I, on the other hand, was eager to get rid of his jeans. It didn't take long, until I had been thrown onto the bed and Benito had crawled on top of me. We both slowed down a little bit after a while since we were completely out of breath. "Promise me, that you won't leave me." Benito whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. "I'm all yours, Conejo." I answered, before kissing his lips. 

I cuddled up to Benito, when we were ready to go to sleep. After I had turned off the light, you could hear the front door of the apartment open followed by giggling and the sound of heels colliding with our wooden floor. "Please, let them be quiet." Benito mumbled, stroking my head. I had to laugh a little because I knew that nothing was going to happen. "They won't even get to it. Damon's way too drunk and Cia will fall asleep as soon as she hits the mattress." I replied, closing my eyes. "How do you know? Maybe this time they actually manage to do it." he speculated. "I've been living with them for three years now, believe me, they won't." I assured him. "If you say so. I'll blame you if they keep me awake." he joked before his breathing became even. His left arm was loosely wrapped around my waist while his right was laying on my cheek, slightly stroking it. Even though he was asleep, he kept doing so. Soon after I also drifted off to sleep. The very needed sleep was interrupted, when I felt Benito get out of bed. To my surprise, the sun was already shining into my room, which meant that it must've been at least around lunch time. "Where are you going?" I mumbled still half asleep. "I'll make us breakfast." he whispered, before I felt his lips pressing against my forehead. With a smile on my face, I turned around and snuggled back into my blanket. A few minutes later, I smelt bacon and my stomach started rumble. Even though I didn't want to get out of bed, the feeling of hunger forced me to. Slowly I crawled out of bed, picked my shirt and underwear up from the ground and put both of it on. When I made my way into the kitchen, I heard Benito mumble something on Spanish which sounded a lot like a song. I leaned onto the doorframe of the kitchen and watched him. He had grabbed one of the little notepads that were lying on the counter and a pen, and scribbled something down every now and then. 

The door to Cia's room slowly opened, when Benito and I were washing the dishes. Damon dragged himself into the kitchen and straightly went for the coffee machine. "Morning." I greeted him extra loud; I knew that he had a hangover, when he winced at the sound of my voice. "Morning." he mumbled, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Did you have fun last night?" I asked him. Nodding, he sat down at the little table. "How much did you drink?" I wanted to know since I had never seen him that hungover. "After you guys left, the DJ ordered round after round of shots. I really regret not saying no." he told me, closing his eyes. As I put the last plate into the cupboard, Benito sat down across from him. I turned around and leaned on the counter. "Wow. You really look like a zombie." I commented, looking at Damon who then opened his eyes again. "I know. Dude, the bruise on your jaw is massive." he noticed, when he looked at my boyfriend. "Yeah, the guy hit me quite hard, but it's all good." Benito replied, shrugging. "Made sure that Fernando got a ban at the club. Was not the first time that he started shit in there." Damon said, smirking a little bit. "You knew him?" my boyfriend questioned. "Nah, when I was a bouncer at that club, it was normal that he got kicked out. Dude seems to like taken girls. He once got beaten up so hard that we had to call an emergency. We all thought he was dead." Damon explained, before taking a sip of his coffee. "I honestly wanted to do that too last night." Benito admitted honestly. "I probably would've helped you. He tried to hit on Cia too a couple of times, but don't worry 'bout him, he got a big mouth and might as well hit you once and that's it. Saw the look on his face, when he realized how tall you are." Cia's boyfriend rambled on. I chuckled a little bit. Damon was no guy to mess with, especially not when it came to Felícia. The guys kept talking about the club and shared some good laughs. Those were the moments I lived for; I knew that my friends had accepted Benito and it made me happy.