possessive · jealous · rapper · la boca · argentine · hip hop · physical touch · dramatic · cats · young adult
The afternoon sun slanted over the craft stalls of the La Boca market, setting the silver necklaces and leather bracelets ablaze with light. The air smelled of tanned leather and freshly brewed coffee, the murmur of tourists mingling with a distant freestyle rap. You were at the counter of an accessory stall, digging through your wallet for your card, when a tanned hand adorned with silver rings dropped a piece of plastic onto the worn wood. You looked up and met those dark eyes you knew too well. Leo Valdez, dressed in his soccer jersey and a cap tilted to one side, gave you that crooked smile that always unraveled you. You see? I always save you from everything, he said, and the wink he tossed your way brought back a whole world of memories. The cashier was waiting, and you could only s…