-"One kiss is all it takes, falling in love with me."-

Two weeks had passed. Meanwhile Benito had started calling me guapa in front of the camera as well and it was driving me insane. I was aggressive whenever he was filming with us and he managed to trigger me so much that I was constantly stressed. We had filmed at our house and the guys had wanted to have some drinks afterwards. Honestly, I wasn't in the mood for it but I thought that maybe if I drank enough, I would be able to bare with him. About three hours after we had started drinking, we were all already pretty tipsy, except Benito, and we were laughing over things that usually weren't funny at all. He was watching us in amusement, sipping on his water. I was craving a cigarette - something that always happened when I was drunk -, so I wanted to go smoke one.

"I'll go smoke one." I informed the others and got up from the chair I had been sitting on. Benito got up as well. Great! I couldn't have five minutes to myself.

"I think, we'll leave." Carla told me, also getting up. They couldn't leave me alone with him.

"Yeah, it's getting late." Steve agreed with her.

The others said their goodbyes and left and Bysael went back inside. I was left with Benito in silence. Somehow I kind of enjoyed his company but that was only because I was drunk and because I knew he was gonna leave as well after that cigarette.

"You got a lighter guapa?" his voice broke the silence.

"Stop calling me that!" I responded, ignoring his question.

"Then stop calling me an idiot all the time." he gave back sternly. I knew that this was going to end in a fight again, like it always did.

"You're a little stupid sometimes and you know that." I teased him and gave him a fake sweet smile. It was his weakness, he hated it when people questioned his intelligence. I could see how his facial expression changed from bored to furious. At first he just glared at me, then he started giving me a rant in Spanish. In that moment something inside of me changed. I didn't understand a single word but it was kinda hot. He didn't stop talking anymore and it was getting on my nerves. At first I tried calming him down by apologising but it didn't work, so I had to think of something else. There was only one way to make him shut up. When he leaned towards me, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips into his. At least he was quiet now. When I let go of him, Benito stared at me as if he had seen a ghost. Honestly, I thought he'd yell at me and storm out of the house but instead he was staring at me with a shocked expression on his face. God, his lips looked so good and I couldn't help but repeat what I had just done. I grabbed his face once more, got on my tip toes and kissed him again. This time he returned it and I was absolutely sure that I had lost my mind.

I wanted to stop, let go and wash my mouth a million times but at the same time I enjoyed kissing him. He was good at it and I wanted more, a lot more. The kisses had turned into a make out session and every single time our tongues touched, I had to control myself. His arms were wrapped around my waist while my hands were pulling him closer by his neck. After a while we broke the kiss to catch our breaths. I was still confused about what I had just done and it seemed like he was feeling the same because he held his head and stepped away from me.

"Why did you do that?" he questioned confused.

"I... I don't know." I answered and had to laugh a little.

"I'll grab my stuff and leave." he informed me, before pushing past me. He could absolutely forget about that now. I followed him into the living room where he had left his phone. Benito wanted to get past me but I got into his way and stopped him.

"Am I such a bad kisser that you gotta run now?" I asked a little amused.

"No, I, uh... We shouldn't have done that." he stuttered. I couldn't believe my eyes. Apparently I had switched our roles, now I was making him nervous.

"Do I make you nervous, Benito?" I asked him just like he had when we had recorded our video.

"No." he responded the same way. I took a few steps towards him, and he stepped back until he couldn't anymore because he had reached the wall behind him.

"You're stuttering, you're sweating and you're scared of me." I whispered when I stopped in front of him. He was tasting his own medicine and I was living for it. My lips were only inches away from his as I was eyeing him. Benito was breathing heavily and unlike me a few weeks prior, he seemed to be so in trance that he couldn't even move. I closed the gap between us and kissed him again.

Somehow we had managed to make it into my room without waking anyone up. Benito had carried me - once he had snapped out of his trance, he had taken over control. After he had put me down onto the bed, he had taken off his shirt. I reached for his belt while he started kissing my neck. He knew what he was doing and I really questioned myself why I had never done this before. Since we had to be quiet, we pretty much kissed each other the whole time.

Breathing heavily we were laying next to each other. Benito was tired, so I had offered him to stay over night and he had accepted it. With a smile on my face, I reached for the light switch over the head piece of my bed. I was laying on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. Right before I fell asleep, I could feel Benito put his arm around me and in that moment I realised that I had never really hated him.