Page 110 of Raspados & Regret

I save the number before I answer.

Fabián

Then I add a tiny wrench emoji because I am not above branding.

Elías

Congratulations, you escaped my house without being murdered by my mother.

Fabián

Your stairs are loud.

Elías

You’re loud.

Fabián

Not at church.

Elías

Yet.

Fabián

Hey, so you’re sure I didn’t hurt you?

I’m kinda fucking myself up overthinking that I did.

My stomach dips, and not because he’s asking in a sexy kind of way. Underneath all his bluntness is care, awkward and rough and holding its hat in both hands.

Elías

Yes, I’m sure. I am very vocal when I don’t like something in bed or when something is too much for me.

It’s a good sore. I promise.

Fabián

Good? So like… it was good for you?

Normally I would assume a guy was fishing for me to boost his ego, but with Fabi, I think he actually needs to know that I enjoyed myself.

Elías

Yeah, Papi. It was really good.

Stop panicking in the pews.

Fabián

I’m not panicking.

Elías

You type like your soul is sweating.