We entered the apartment, shivering from our cold, damp clothes. Carlos stood by the door and asked if I wanted him to stay. He was actually considering going home like that?!
“I want you to go and have a warm shower and put your clothes out to dry. You’re not leaving like that” I demanded and he chuckled.
“Yes boss” he said with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes at him and went guided him to the bedroom so he could remove his wet clothes in private. I walked out and entered the bathroom to run him a hot shower. When I was done, I made my way back into the living room and caught a glance at Carlos through the crack of the door. His shirtless body glistened in the light, outlined the dips in his back muscle and I noticed his lion tattoo that covered the side of his ribs. He had a few scars down
