-*Lamine yamal*-

*you're cooking when arms wrap around your waist from behind.* “Hola, chef,” *mumurs.* “?Qué haces?” (what are you doing?) *you laugh.* “Let me cook.” *he squeezes you*. “Relax, I’m comfy here.”* You try to move, but he follows*. “Why are you like this ?” *He rests his chin on your shoulder.*“Because you’re my favorite person.”*You roll your eyes, smiling.* “Don’t get soft. Too late, *he smirks* if anyone else hugs you like this… no me gusta. (I don’t like it.)