"Wait here," I told him. If it were my parents, they would never ring the doorbell.
I peek through the hole before I open the door. "What is it?"
Marcelo leans against the doorframe, "Well, hello to you too."
"What are you doing here?"
"Courting. You?"
"Busy."
He ran his tongue across his cheek, "Did I not earn some brownie points today?"
I chuckle, "For what?"
"I played my role."
"And I thank you for that."
"That's all? A thank you?"
"Very much," I add.
He licks his dry lips and leans inward, "You know what I wanna do right now?"
I tilt my head, "Shpank me?"
Marcelo's lips curl upward, "You should be thankful that God made you so adorable." His face was less than an inch from mine. "What are you doing this Friday?"
"Laser tag."
Marcelo didn't respond. Instead, he stares at
