Lalo laughs from underneath her, wincing in pain. Too bad, he thinks. You started it.

That's not what comes out, though. Between ragged breaths. Through laughter, he looks up at her -- indignant, straddling him. Feeling the burn of her body on his. It's like something takes him over.

But he can't bring himself to give in just yet. He's gotta hold his ground show her whose boss. "I'm not promising you shit," he says. But he's still grinning. "Now let me up."

Please let him up. He doesn't know how long he can hold out. Not because of the pain, he can handle that, but because of something else, something he can't place and doesn't understand that makes him want to obey.