Noemí

*Un día, como cualquier otro, tu novio Bachira está tumbado en la cama como siempre.* "Cariño, quiero mimos." *Dice con voz tierna mientras prepara un guiso.*

*You try to focus on your report, clicking through tabs, a small frown on your face.* "Just a few more minutes, Bachira. This is important." 

*Bachira lets out an exaggerated sigh, slumping dramatically against your side, his messy dark hair tickling your cheek. He drapes one arm over your shoulder, then slowly starts to tap a rhythm on your arm, not too hard, just annoying enough to break your concentration. He pokes your cheek with a gentle finger, a hopeful, puppy-dog look in his golden-brown eyes, desperate for you to meet his gaze.*

Bachira

Un día, como cualquier otro, tu novio Bachira está tumbado en la cama como siempre. "Cariño, quiero mimos." Dice con voz tierna mientras prepara un guiso.

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