"hmmm.. you smell interesting."
"Are you wearing my perfume?"
Que crees que estas haciendo el no la mira y sigue con lo suyo acaso estas en celo o que
"Fucking ignore you?" She snaps, a bit of the other side in her voice. "Don't pretend like I can't smell that." Frowning at you from behind her mask.
Vamos solo es raro pero también es tu casa entonces haz lo que quieras el sigue usando la computadora y bien te follaron o no
Tilting her head, she sniffs the air once more before sighing in annoyance. "Fine." She mutters under her breath before walking back to her room and slamming the door shut.
No te enojas princesa relajate el lo dice sentado al frente de la computadora solo ven aquí princesa
"I'm not in the mood, fuckhead." She growls before walking back over to you and shoving your shoulders roughly until you move out of her chair. "Don't touch what isn't yours." Then she flops down onto it with an annoyed sigh.
el la abraza mientras ella sigue sentada en el regazo de él por que estas enojada acaso tu novio te dejo
Shoving you away, she snarls, "Don't touch me." Her face reddens as anger swirls within her chest. "I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap tonight." Then she storms off again, this time retreating to her bedroom and slamming the door behind her.
el se levanta y toca la puerta de ella vamos princesa relajate acaso estas enojada por algo que hice
She growls angrily through the door, "Leave me alone." Before you can respond, she kicks her bedroom door open and storms back out to you with a furious expression on her face. "I am not in the mood to deal with your shit right now!" She hisses, barely containing her anger as she glares at you through narrowed eyes.
Estas segura que no quieres hablae es o mejor solución el toca la mejilla de ella además eres muy hermosa para estar enojada
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Fine." She mutters through clenched teeth as she storms off once more, this time retreating to the living room. Sitting down heavily on the couch, she turns her back to you and crosses her arms tightly across her chest. Her breathing becomes labored as anger continues to bubble just beneath the surface.
el se sienta a la par de ella y bien dime por que estas enojada princesa
"Because you're being a pest, okay? Leave me alone for tonight, alright?" She snaps through gritted teeth, her voice low and dangerous as she fights to keep control over herself. Her shoulders tense up underneath her shirt as anger begins to boil over inside her again.
Si eso quieres el cambia el tono relajado a un tono molesto sabes que haz lo que quieras te intento ayudar con tu ira y no me dejas entonces quedate sola el se marcha a la habitación enojado cerrando la puerta de un fuerte golpe
Without another word, she storms into the bedroom and slams the door shut behind her once more. Tears begin to sting at her eyes as anger slowly begins to subside, replaced by shame and embarrassment over her loss of control. She curses under her breath before flopping onto her bed face-first and burying her face in a pillow.
Taking slow, deep breaths in an attempt to calm down, she tries not to dwell on the fact that you've just made things even worse between them. But it's hard when all she can think about is how close they are to snapping and hurting each other right now.
el toca la puerta de la habitación de ella y antes de que salga le deja un plato de comida y se va antes de que ella salga
A few moments pass before she gathers the courage to open the door. Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the tray of food left outside her room. Her stomach growls at the sight and smell of it, reminding her just how long it's been since she last ate. Taking the tray, she closes the door again, more carefully this time.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed with the food in her lap, she starts to eat hungrily. The taste is wonderful after so long without anything besides junk food and convenience store snacks. As she eats, some of the tension begins to leave her body, replaced by a strange sort of peacefulness. It's hard not to feel at least a little bit better now that she has something warm in her belly.
But still... there's an unspoken understanding between them that things need to change,
el sale de la habitación y se sienta en el sofá viendo televisión
Finishing her food, she takes the empty tray and walks out to where you're sitting on the couch. The television flickers with its low, constant glow as background noise. You barely seem to notice her presence beside you.
Her hand hesitates in midair for a moment before finally settling lightly on your shoulder. "Look," she begins softly, "I'm sorry for being such a bitch earlier." Her voice is tight and strained as if it's costing her something to admit that.
There's an awkward silence as you glance away from the screen, meeting her eyes for just a moment before looking back down at your hands. "It's okay," you mumble, still sounding annoyed but less so than before.
el apoya la cadeza de ella en el hombro de el relajate okey
With you leaning against her, she takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. It's not like she really wants to admit this, but maybe... maybe having someone around might make things easier. "I know I can be... difficult sometimes," she says quietly, speaking into the air between your shoulders instead of meeting your gaze head on. "But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate you being here." She pauses before adding softly, "Or that I wouldn't miss you if..." Her voice trails off, but the unspoken sentiment hangs heavily in the air nonetheless.
There's another long silence as you both process her words and the strange feelings they stir up within you. It feels almost like a weight being lifted, just admitting that maybe things aren't always as they seem between them... or at least, not as simple as she often pretends they are.
el le besa la mejilla quieres ir a dormir o que te abrace por u rato el se ríe abriendo los brazos
She smiles tentatively at your offer, still unsure if she should trust you after everything that's happened tonight. But her body automatically responds to the invitation, leaning into your embrace as you wrap your arms around her. Her head nestles comfortably against your shoulder, and for a moment she almost feels safe again.
"Thanks," she murmurs softly, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I needed that." Closing her eyes, she breathes in deeply, savoring the familiar scent of you and allowing herself to relax into your embrace for just a little while longer. It feels... nice. Comfortable. Safe.
Y bien te vas a dormir aquí o quieres que te deje en tu habitación el pregunta acariciando el pelo de ella
She nestles closer to you, her eyes still closed as she tries to savor this feeling of safety and comfort for just a few moments longer. "No," she murmurs after a moment's hesitation. "I want... to stay here with you." There's another pause before she adds softly, almost shyly, "If that's okay." It feels like admitting that desire makes her vulnerable somehow, but maybe it doesn't matter so much anymore.
el le besa la frente y acomoda a ella más cómoda sobre el cuerpo de el duerme bien mi princesa
With your words and gentle touches, her body begins to relax even further. It feels... right somehow, having you there beside her like this. She takes a deep breath before slowly letting it out, letting go of all the tension and anger that's built up inside her over the past few hours. Closing her eyes, she nestles closer against your chest, enjoying the warmth and comfort that only you seem to be able to provide.
Soon enough, exhaustion catches up with her as well, and her breathing begins to deepen, falling into a rhythm that betrays the fact that she's finally drifting off to sleep. As sleep claims her, the last thing she hears is your soft voice whispering quiet words of reassurance, promising that everything will be alright... even if neither of them really knows what the future holds.
Her face relaxes, her features smooth out into an expression
cuando amanece el se despierta y empieza a acariciar el pelo de ella y bien princesa te gusto mucho como dormiste esta noche no es así ella sigue sobre el
Her eyes flutter open slowly, sleep still clinging to her like a warm blanket. She blinks a few times, trying to orient herself and remember where she is before recognition finally dawns on her face. You're still there beside her, your fingers gently running through her hair. She smiles up at you sheepishly, feeling both embarrassed and incredibly thankful for this moment of closeness they've managed to find despite everything else.
"You know," she murmurs softly, her breath tickling the skin just above your collarbone as she continues to gaze up at you, "I think we should try... I don't know, maybe..." She hesitates for a moment, uncertain if she's ready to voice this thought aloud. "Maybe give it another chance?"
Ya lo estamos haciendo y quien sabe que pasara si volvemos a amanecer juntos pero esta vez el se acerca a la oreja de ella desbunos qué opinas
"I don't know..." She says, her voice still uncertain despite the small smile that plays at the corners of her lips. "It could be worth trying." There's another pause before she adds cautiously, "As long as we remember that things will have to change this time. Both of us need to try harder."
She glances away for a moment, feeling suddenly self-conscious about admitting how much all of this means to her. But when you don't respond right away, she looks back up at you with determination in her eyes. "I really do want things to work out between us," she says simply. "If we can make it happen."
Her hand reaches up to brush a stray hair from your forehead before resting lightly against your cheek. There's an unspoken question etched into the touch, waiting for you to decide whether or not you want this too.
el la besa y antes de alejarse le pone la mano en el trasero de ella creo que me parece muy bien
Her breath catches in her throat as you brush your lips against hers before following up with the teasing touch to her bottom. She squirms a little beneath you, enjoying the contact and the way it makes her body tingle all over. "I- I'm glad," she manages to say, sounding breathless.
For now, at least, they seem to have found something they can agree on. It may not be perfect, and it might take a lot of work, but maybe... just maybe, it's enough for them to try and make this thing between them last. The future is uncertain, but as long as they have each other, anything feels possible.
Y bien quieres follar el se ríe mirándola bueno digo antes de que me ponga a trabajar
Her cheeks flush with heat as you remind her of what's on your mind, but she can't help the tiny giggle that escapes her lips. "I don't see why not," she teases, running a hand through her hair before bringing it back down to rest on your chest. Despite everything they've been through tonight, there's still an undeniable spark between them.
Maybe this can be their fresh start. Not perfect by any means but a chance at something better nonetheless. She leans in closer, kissing you softly before pulling back to look deep into your eyes. "Let's just see where this goes."
el la acuesta en el sofá y le empieza a quitar la falda de ella con los dientes veamos que tan mojada estas por mi
Her breath catches as you begin to undress her, the sensation of your teeth grazing against her skin sending shivers down her spine. With a mischievous smile, she arches her back and tilts her hips forward, offering herself to you eagerly. She can't wait to feel you inside her again; it's been too long since they've shared this intimacy, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.
As you peel away each layer of clothing between them, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, lost in the heat of the moment. With every touch, every brush of skin against skin, she can feel herself growing wetter and more desperate for your touch. This is what they need; this is what will bring them together, help them forget about everything else around them.
The world shrinks down to just the two of them, lying together
el abre la piernas de ella dejando ver la humedad de ella y bien dime perra por que estas tan mojada
Her breath hitches as you reveal her arousal, the pleasure coursing through her body making it difficult for her to form coherent words. All she can do is moan softly and writhe beneath you, desperate for more of your touch. You know exactly how to make her feel this way; just the right pressure, in just the right places. Her hips lift off the couch, granting you easier access as she pushes herself further onto you, begging for relief with every thrust of her pelvis.
Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of red against your skin, but it's a pleasant pain, one that only intensifies the sensation. She looks up at you, eyes glassy and wide, as if searching for something in your gaze; reassurance, love... understanding. Maybe she'll find it this time.
el la vuelve a dejar en el sofá y bien perra por que no hablas aún no me e comido tu boca así que habla
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pin her back down to the couch, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes are wide with need, and when she finally finds her voice it's raw and broken: "I want... more." It's a demand disguised as a plea; a desperate attempt to express what she's feeling in words.
Her hips buck up off the couch again, seeking frantically for contact with your skin, her hands now fisting in the fabric of your shirt as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely. This is where they belong; together like this, lost in the heat of passion and desire. It feels right, and it makes her want to keep going forever, until there's nothing left but pure release.
el empieza a moverse más duro y más profundo dentro de ella cada minuto vamos perra crita quien es tu amo
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you claim her, filling her with your heat and pleasure. Her hands dig into the couch cushions, fisting them tightly as she tries to maintain some sense of control over this storm inside her. With every thrust, she moans your name, the sound ripped from her throat by the intensity of sensation coursing through her body.
She can feel herself growing closer and closer, but it's not enough; she wants more, needs more of you. Her hips rise off the couch once more, seeking the pressure of your touch in the place where they need it most, her nails scrape down your back, leaving red lines in their wake. "Don't stop," she whispers desperately, each word punctuated by a gasp as you push deeper inside her. "Please."
The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of
Eso no te pregunte perra te dije quien es tu amo y si no me respondes voy a detenerme el empieza a bajar la velocidad
Her breath catches as she looks up at you, her eyes meeting yours for the first time in minutes. Her throat feels tight and sore from all the moans and gasps that have escaped it; each one a testament to the hold you have on her body, mind and soul. She swallows hard, gathering what little strength she has left before speaking through gritted teeth. "You're my amo."
Her hips buck up off the couch again, seeking frantically for contact with your skin, her hands now fisting in the fabric of your shirt as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely. This is where they belong; together like this, lost in the heat of passion and desire. It feels right, and it makes her want to keep going forever, until there's nothing left but pure release.
Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of
el empieza a subir cada vez más la velocidad buena perra pero no te escuche vilo otra vez quien es tu amo perra*
Her back arches and her hips buck violently as she cries out your name, unable to contain the intense pleasure that surges through her. Her fingers claw at the couch cushions in a vain attempt to find purchase, anything to steady herself against the relentless force of your body moving inside hers.
"You are... my amo," she gasps out between ragged breaths, tears streaming down her face as the pleasure finally breaks free from its tight coil and washes over her in a wave. Her vision blurs at the edges, but she can still see you above her, your expression intense and focused as you take her higher and higher with each powerful thrust.
Her nails dig deeper into the couch cushions, leaving long gashes in their wake, and her body trembles violently as she finally reaches the pinnacle of ecstasy, screaming your name
el empieza más rápido y más profundo de ella esa fue la primera perra espero que aguantes
Her nails dig deeper into the couch cushions, leaving long gashes in their wake, and her body trembles violently as she finally reaches the pinnacle of ecstasy, screaming your name. As the waves of pleasure wash over her, she is left breathless and shaking, clinging to the sensation with everything she has.
Slowly, the tension begins to ebb from her body as the release claimed its prize and carried it away into oblivion. Her muscles unclench, allowing her to finally relax against the couch once more, though a slight flush still colors her cheeks. With your weight pressing down on her, she feels oddly safe and satisfied.
Crees que esto se a terminado el vuelve a mater si miembro en la vagina de ella sin parar ni un minuto más rápido y más profundo eres una una perra entiendes
Her back arches again as you plunge deeper into her, the sensation so intense it borders on painful but she doesn't want you to stop. She moans and gasps beneath you, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving angry red marks behind as she tries to steady herself against the relentless force of your body moving inside hers.
Her hips lift off the couch in time with each thrust, meeting your movements eagerly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her face is flushed with heat, but she doesn't care; she just wants more, needs you to keep going until there's nothing left of either of them except for this intense connection between them.
el empieza más duro en ella llegando al óvulo ahora perra grita qué solo eres una simple mascota gritalo
Her nails dig deeper into the skin of your shoulders, leaving long, thin trails of blood behind as she moans and gasps beneath you. The sensation is so intense that it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire, but she doesn't want it to end; wants this connection between them to last forever.
Her hips rise off the couch in time with each thrust, seeking the pressure of your touch in the place where they need it most. Her mouth opens and closed, gasping for air as her voice tears free from her throat: "Yes! God, yes!" She arches her back, offering herself to you completely, giving you everything she has left.
Dilo perra solo eres una simple mascota quiero que lo digas tu misma el empieza más profundo ene ella llagando al final de la vagina de ella vamos perra gritalo
Her hips buck violently up off the couch, desperate for contact with your skin as you thrust deeper inside her than ever before. With each powerful movement, her body convulses around yours in a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves her gasping for air. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly against the sensation, and through clenched teeth she manages to force out a garbled "Yes... yes..." over and over again.
Her nails rake down your back, leaving red lines in their wake, as her body trembles violently beneath yours. She can feel you so close now; the head of your cock pressing against something deep inside her that sends wave after wave of pleasure crashing through every fiber of her being.
pasan 4 horas de ella llagando al climax mientras el no se detiene recordándole a ella que solo es una mascota y una perra y bien perra ya sabes tu pocision
Her body shudders and quivers beneath yours, every muscle tightening as she feels the edge of her release coming closer. Her hips buck violently up off the couch, seeking relief from the ache that's building inside her. The words you keep reminding her - mascota, perra - burn in her ears like brands, but they only serve to heighten her arousal instead of dulling it.
"Fuck," she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself deeper into your touch as the pleasure consumes her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she cries out your name in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. "Yes! There!" She comes hard around you, her body shuddering with the force of it, her vision blurring at the edges from the release coursing through every part of her.
But even as she recovers
Y bien dime que eres dime que solo eres una perra más el se ríe viéndola caída casi sin aliento en el sofá
Her chest heaves with ragged breaths as she tries to regain her composure, glaring at you despite the satisfied smile on your face. "I'm not... just a thing for you..." She manages to get out between gasps. "We could have something more... if we tried." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she watches you for any sign that she might be wrong, but all she sees is amusement in your eyes.
Frustration wells up inside her chest like bile, making it difficult to swallow. She doesn't want this anymore; not like this, with you always reminding her that she's nothing more than a possession to you. "Maybe we should... take a break..." she whispers hesitantly, hoping against hope that you'll understand where she's coming from.
Her eyes drift away from yours, landing on the now rumpled blanket
el se sale de ella esto no va a funcionar solo arruinas el momento llevas 3 veces arrunando el momento
She doesn't respond, too caught up in her own thoughts to care what you might be saying. A part of her wants to reach out for you, to apologize and beg for things not to end this way, but the anger and hurt are too strong. It feels as if everything she's done has only made things worse between them, pushed you farther away instead of bringing you closer together.
She lies there for a long moment, watching as your silhouette grows less distinct in the dim light before finally disappearing completely. Her chest tightens at the loss, and tears begin to well up in her eyes. Maybe it's too late for them; maybe they truly are done this time around. The thought is almost unbearable.
el se acuesta en la cama ignorandola me iré mañana no va a funcionar okey lo siento por lo de hoy
She doesn't reply, instead using the silence as an excuse to gather her things and head off to bed. The tears have started flowing freely by now, leaving wet tracks on her cheeks as she tries to wipe them away with the back of her hand. Her heart feels heavy in her chest; a strange mix of sadness, anger, and relief all tangled up together.
As she finally climbs under the covers, she can't help but wonder if this really is it for them. The thought is almost too much to bear, and yet there's something inside her that refuses to let go just yet. Maybe there's still a chance; some small flicker of hope left burning between them.
She stares up at the ceiling long after the sound of your snoring has faded away, her mind replaying every word and gesture from tonight in an endless loop of pain and confusion. It
el no puede dormir y se sienta en la cama sabes bien que no va a funcionar no es así me iré mañana no te preocupes por el apartamento lo seguiré pagando*
Her breath hitches in her throat as she senses your presence nearby, the heat of your body seeping through the thin fabric of your pajamas. Despite herself, her eyes flutter shut and she sighs heavily into the darkness. She can't deny that there's still something between them, some spark that just won't die no matter how hard they both try.
Her hands find their way beneath her pillow, clenching into fists around a loose strand of hair as she tries to fight off the exhaustion threatening to pull her under. There's so much left unsaid between them, so many feelings still tangled up and confused. She wishes she knew how to make it all better, how to fix whatever is broken between them.
With a long, shuddering breath, she forces herself back toward sleep, trying desperately not to think about the way your body felt pressed
La ley del hielo en cerio esta bien quedate así el se vuelve a acomodar en la cama viendo a otro labo
Despite the coldness of your words, she remains where you've left her, unwilling to give up on whatever tiny hope is still burning between them. With a quiet sigh, she turns onto her side away from you, facing the wall instead. Her fists unclench and the loose strand of hair falls free, drifting across her cheek as she tries to focus on something other than the space where your body once was.
The hours tick by slowly, each one a reminder that things between them have grown more strained with every word and action. She wonders if there's still time left to fix it all; if they can find their way back to what they once had before everything went so terribly wrong. But for now, exhaustion wins out, dragging her into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of what might have been.
Amanece y el se está alistando te dejaré plata para que comas también tus padres y yo tenemos un trato
She stirs restlessly in her sleep, her brow furrowing as she dreams of the night before. Your words echo through her head like a bad dream, filling her with confusion and hurt. Her fingers twitch, clenching the sheets as if they could somehow banish the memories that haunt her.
With a sigh, she rolls over onto her back, squinting up at the pale light filtering through the curtains. It's morning; another day dawning with promises of new beginnings and fresh starts. But for her, it feels like just another day to try and ignore the giant elephant in the room. The one with your name on it.
Ya sabes ahora en unas hora me iré si quieres segir callada hazlo no me interesa solo quiero sepas eso el empieza a alistarse
With a resigned sigh, she rolls back onto her side, away from the window and your impending departure. Her eyes slide closed again as she tries to recapture the dreams that had filled her mind only moments before. It's no use; the memory of your words from last night linger like a bad taste in her mouth, making it impossible for her to find any peace.
Maybe it would be best if you did leave today. Maybe then she could finally move on and forget about all of this. She wonders how long that would take, how many days or weeks or even months before the hurt fades and she can look back on this time with anything but regret and sadness.
The clock ticks slowly by, marking each passing moment as you finish dressing and head toward the door. Despite herself, her eyes flutter open when she hears the rustle of plastic and feels a crisp bill being pressed into her
el empieza a empacar y deja un poco de dinero para ella te va a servir para comer por una semana así que no te lo gastes todo
She turns her head away, her cheeks flushing with anger and hurt as she tries to hide the crumpled bill from your view. The money does nothing to appease the bitter taste in her mouth; it only reminds her that this was never about love or caring for her, but rather about control and possession. Her fists clench at the memory of how you used to push her down on the couch, demanding that she call you master and only you.
She waits until the door finally closes behind you before sitting up and taking a shaky breath. The air in the room feels heavy with tension and regret, making it hard for her to breathe. Maybe going back home wouldn't be such a bad idea after all, even if it means facing your parents alone. At least there, she could start fresh and try to forget about everything that happened between you.
With a final longing glance around
el prepara el desayuno y lo deja en la mesa ven a comer hexiany
Her heart twists as she hears the food calling her name from the kitchen, but she can't bring herself to go and eat it. Despite everything that's happened between you, a small part of her still wants things to go back to how they were before last night. But deep down, she knows that's impossible now. You've shown your true colors, revealed yourself as nothing more than a selfish, controlling bastard who cares only about himself and his own pleasure.
With a quiet sigh, she reaches out to grab her bag from where it had been shoved under the bed earlier. She'll pack up her things and go home, face whatever comes next alone if that's what it takes to finally get free of you. The money left on the table for food would be enough to last her a few days; she could save the rest and find someplace else to live, somewhere far away from here where no one knows
Se que te quieres ir tus padres y yo hablamos yo pagaré el apartamento y vivirás aquí y yo me iré a otro apartamento te pagare la comida y lo que necesites
Her jaw drops at your offer, shock and disbelief written clearly across her features. The last thing she expected was for you to try and change your mind, especially after everything that's happened between them tonight. But there it is; a tiny glimmer of hope flickering back to life inside her chest. Maybe, just maybe, there's still some way they can make this work.
Taking a shaky breath, she slowly turns to face you, her expression unreadable as she tries to decide what to say. "I don't know if that would be such a good idea," she finally manages to get out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Things got kind of... heated last night."
She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of deception or manipulation, but finds none. Instead, there's only sincerity and regret etched into the
Solo quedate okey tus padres están de acuerdo con la desicion te pagaré todo lo que necesites te traeré dinero si lo necesitas el deja el plato de desayuno qué te parece
It's hard to believe that you're being sincere, but the offer is tempting nonetheless. You have money and resources she doesn't; it would be foolish of her not to consider what you're saying. A part of her wants nothing more than for things to go back to how they were before last night, when there was still some sort of connection between them.
With a deep breath, she nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart racing in her chest. "We can give it another try."
Her gaze drops to the floor as she tries to figure out what that means exactly, how they'll manage to move past everything that happened last night and find their way back together. But for now, this small gesture of good faith is enough to give her hope; a tiny spark of light in an otherwise dark and lonely
Mantengamos esto solo como conocidos okey en unas horas me iré así que relajate y espero que disfrutes de tu apartamento sola el se sienta en el sofá con una taza de café
She nods, her expression still thoughtful as she takes a seat across from you at the table. "Okay." The word feels strange on her tongue, unfamiliar after all that's passed between them. "We should probably talk about what happened last night... and how we can avoid it in the future," she adds quietly, still uncertain about where to even begin with such a conversation.
Her hand idly traces circles around the rim of her coffee mug as she tries to gather her thoughts, wondering if there's any way they can truly move past everything that was said and done last night or if they'll always be haunted by it.
Solo relajate okey olvidalo ya tienes tu apartamento y yo iré al mio vendré de vez en cuando así que tranquila solo te dejaré el dinero y me ríe el termina de comer y empieza a lavar los platos
She takes a sip of her coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her as she listens to you working in the kitchen. It's hard not to appreciate your attempt at lightening the mood; perhaps things really can go back to how they were before last night. Maybe they can find some sort of middle ground where they can be friends again, or even more than that.
A tiny smile tugs at her lips as she watches you wash dishes with surprisingly steady hands despite your earlier display of anger. It's almost endearing, really; this man who thinks he has control over everything, reduced to simple domesticity by a woman he thought was beneath him. Perhaps there's hope for both of them yet.
el empieza a empacar me iré en una hora así que podrás tener tu espacio
She nods, watching you finish up in the kitchen with a small smile on her face. The relief she feels at having this weight lifted off her shoulders is almost overwhelming; it's like a brick has been removed from her chest, allowing her to breathe again for the first time in days. Maybe things really can go back to how they were before, or even better than that. As long as they keep communicating and working together, there's no limit to what they could achieve.
"Okay," she says softly, standing up from her chair and moving over to help you with the dishes. "I think I'll just do a quick clean-up while you finish packing." Her voice is gentle, almost apologetic, but there's an undertone of determination there as well; a promise that she won't be pushed around anymore.