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14: SAY IT

Previously...

As the reconstruction of Casita continues, you finally hook Mariano up with Dolores, bringing Isabela great relief. With Casita finally rebuilt, you and Mirabel place the final piece of the house in place, causing the magic to return, along with everyone's powers. After the celebration, you were met with a strange man who reveals himself to be your father, while Abuela and Mirabel continually grows even more on edge at his presence.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Clinking glass echoed through the quaint room you shared together as Mirabel stirred a cup of hot tea to help with your insomnia of tonight's events. You on the other hand - were visibly distraught, sitting on the mattress as you held your knees up to your chest and leaned on the backboard of the bed, lightly rambling whilst the curly-haired girl listened and sat on the edge closest to you.

"I just... I dunno. On one hand I'm happy that he came back, but on the other hand..."

"It's okay, I know you're feeling a lot right now, and I'm here for you, always."

Mirabel blew on the tea as she scoots closer to you, delicately handing you the small cup.

"Careful, it's still hot. Don't want your tongue to get burned."

"Thanks Miraboo, don't know what I'd do without you to be honest. I just... wanna let you know that I appreciate you, for everything."

Did she hear that right? Just her? No 'you and the family'? The girl swears that her heart just exploded from the tenderness in your voice. Every time you thanked her, it's like her entire being just melts. The amount of power you had over Mirabel was insane, and you weren't even aware of it. As time went on and her desire grew, she did more and more, to care for you, to please you. Yet, you didn't let that happen, not at first, but now that you've had that talk in the river, words and acts of affirmation were more frequent, more affectionate. Your way of 'thanks' was simple, but to hear them, to feel them - directed to her and her alone, was everything she needed.

Mirabel wanted to kiss you, to feel the texture of your lips pressed against her own. She wanted - needed it so, so, badly. The girl leaned in closer, gently caressing your cheek with her thumb.

Maybe... this one time, she'll give in to her temptations. A brief kiss won't hurt right? You've done it to her on the cheek before, so what's the harm in a quick peck to the lips?

In a flash, a peck became much more. Unintentionally yet... purposefully drawn out as the girl felt the euphoric sensation and the sweet, downright addictive flavor of your mouth. Her lips slowly skid and glide along yours, savoring every crease and wrinkle. At this point, it was impossible to hold back, not only because of your taste, but all those years of pent up unrequited feelings towards you.

Mirabel was gentle, inexperienced; still, she poured her entire heart out onto this single kiss, and you could feel it. The desperation for you to return her undying love and devotion. It made you ashamed, to have this girl be so passionate for you, yet you couldn't even return the favor.

Your eyes were wide like saucers during the entire thing, unresponsive akin to a statue as you finally pull away and gasp for oxygen. Mirabel was disappointed that it was over, but all good things must come to an end, as the saying goes. Or perhaps not, there was still a chance. A glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe... you felt the same.