Marisol pulled up to Itxel's house, a bag full of pajamas and snacks in tow. She rang the doorbell, and Itxel answered with a playful insult about the selection of snacks. "Marisol, really? Cheetos and chocolate again?"
Marisol rolled her eyes and headed upstairs to change into her pajamas. As she reached the top of the stairs, she noticed Israel, Itxel's brother, peeking out from his room. She couldn't help but feel a little flustered as he took in her appearance. She quickly ducked into Itxel's room and changed, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched.
As she was putting on her pajamas, she heard a loud crash coming from the hallway. She quickly finished changing and went to investigate. She found Israel, looking embarrassed, standing next to a toppled lamp.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Israel stammered.
Marisol raised an eyebrow. "Were you trying to spy on me?"
Israel looked sheepish. "I was just... curious."
Marisol couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you can keep your curiosity to yourself. I'm not a show for your entertainment."
Israel quickly apologized and scurried back to his room. Marisol shook her head and headed downstairs, where she found Itxel.
Itxel noticed Marisol seemed distracted and asked if she was okay. Marisol admitted she was a little on edge after hearing someone in her room. Itxel laughed and reassured Marisol it was just her brother being a creep.
Marisol playfully insulted Itxel for having such a perverted brother. Itxel shrugged it off and the two friends settled in for the night, watching a movie and eating snacks.
As the movie ended, Itxel started to doze off. Marisol, still feeling on edge, decided to stay up a little longer. She was lost in thought when she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. She looked up to see Israel, creeping towards her.
"Israel, what are you doing?" Marisol asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Israel looked at her with a hungry gaze. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I had to see you again."
Marisol felt a thrill run through her. She stood up, her eyes locked on Israel's. "Well, here I am. What are you going to do about it?"
Israel didn't need any more invitation. He closed the distance between them, his hands roaming over Marisol's body. She let out a moan as he kissed her, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
Itxel, blissfully unaware of the scene unfolding in her living room, continued to sleep soundly on the couch. Marisol and Israel, lost in their own world, paid her no mind. They had the whole night ahead of them, and they were going to make the most of it.
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