TK smiles. “You’re the baby of the family,” he teases.
He laughs. “I am.”
“I bet you got away with everything.” TK slides his hands up Carlos’ torso as he hums, neither in confirmation or denial. TK taps his pointer finger into his cheek. “Please,” he says softly. “With this smile and those eyes? No way you don’t know the effect they have on people.”
