I can't forget that night you asked me to spend the night in your house. His you offered me to stay in another room and i told you i'd rather sleep on your bedroom floor. You asked me to join you in bed. Your beige sheets with your beige comforter, surrounded by a huge glass corridor window overlooking your patio and the city of tijuana. You slept on the left side. I got into your bed slowly, keeping as far away from you as i could. I didn't sleep at all that night. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and i would look at you, your back turned to me. I woke up at seven in the morning and laid there looking at your back that i loved so much. You woke up and said to me "deja de estarme viendo (stop looking at me) and i nervously laughed because i had no idea how you knew.
My best friend told me you were the beginning of my weakness for pale skinned brunettes and he's right.
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