riacasiano, the US government > blakelively, STOP.
pedropascal1, Valería Casiano. > blakelively, LADIES...ladies. > riacasiano, i'm not sure, pedro...my taste in you is pretty significant
username1, my mother > username2, FOUL...but same
username3, my brother, he's straight btw > username4, is he one of those boys with a girlfriend yet has fruity ass best friends > username3, YES.
username5, damnit, i missed pedro & ria flirting > vancityreynolds, They flirt all the damn time, it's impossible to miss it > riacasiano, okay, call me out then. jackass
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MI VIDA Today at 6:58 pm ________________________________________________
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Hey, Valería
mi vida oh my god, pedro how are you, amor?
I'm okay. How are you after everything?
mi vida i am very hungover and in need of cuddles can you supply?
Already on my way.
mi vida god i love you gracias, pedro
Valería's heart picked up at the sound of knocking on her front door. The condo was cleaned to the best of her ability while being entirely hungover. If anyone else was at the door she'd be hunched over, half asleep, but the thrill of being in Pedro's arms onces again excited her. Her feet picked up off the ground as she unlocked the front door. His smiling face welcomed her with open arms, he had a paper bag filled with hopefully Puerto Rican food.
"How are you, mi amor," His arms instantly found their way around her waist, standing on her tippy-toes to place her face into his neck. Pedro let out a short chuckle, appreciating the warmth her body brought him, "I'm okay," It was muffled, barely intelligible. The man pushed them both into the apartment, one he had been in many times before. Ria only let go to lay down on the couch, quilt immediately being pulled over her body.
The Chiléan man set the bag of food on top of the coffee table, placing its contents all around. Valería's eyes lit up at the sight of all her favorites, mouth watering as her heart swooned. He passed a dish towards her along with a fork, Pedro took a glance around the room, surveying what he was going to clean first, "I think this place needs a deep clean," Valería started to shake her head, she could do it, after she got over her hangover. His hand moved to wipe away the small drip of sauce from the corner of her lips.
She smiled at him, eyes widening as he leaned forward to leave a kiss on her forehead before moving to the kitchen.
Shit.
The proximity made her shiver, cheeks flushing. He was gone before she could even truly enjoy what happened. Minutes passed as she finished her dish of food, glancing up every few moments to look at Pedro's progress. The kitchen, living room, and corridor had managed to have been cleaned in those 25 minutes. She was entirely impressed. His hands clapped together to get rid of the fake dust, smiling proudly at his work.
Pedro made his way back to the couch, smiling that addictive smile at her. He urged her to follow him into the bedroom, an amazingly comfy place for cuddles. His arms were opened wide as his back clashes with the mattress. She finally took note of the tight long sleeved shirt he was wearing, fitting perfectly around his arms. Valería trudged in beside him, resting her head on his chest as Pedro's arms comfortably wrapped around her.
He was so in love. Deeper than the Mariana Trench.
She was on the moon when beside him. Opposite worlds apart just hoping the moon would fall and sink so far deep into the ocean.
