Ernesto liked the way their lips mirrored each other, curling and twisting as they smirked at each other jests and their own. Oswin gave as good as she got, talking to her was never boring. Today was no exception, it seemed – she had plans for him, and a reason to bringing him here.

Besides a booty call, he assumed.

“If I didn’t know better I would say you wanted to keep me close, mi amigo,” he replied with a grin.

He felt attraction stir within him as she stepped closer, but he resisted the urge to reach out and touch her… just barely. Instead he settled for holding her gaze, his dark eyes resting on hers and trying not to think about the way their breaths mingled together as they held their faces so close.

If she meant to distract him, it was working – although Ernesto liked to think he could multitask.

“Oh? A favour?” He tilted his head at her question.

So she wanted a man on the inside – a whisper in her ear.

“And what would be in it for me, querido?” He eyed her carefully, the corner of his lips twitching.

He was intrigued to hear the answer.

ernesto
heartbreak is savvy and love is a bitch