❛❛ sometimes it's hard to be nice ❜❜
At least, that's how it is for Miguel. His heart is frozen, completely iced over with nothing in sight to thaw it out. It makes him cold to those around him, snapping every chance he gets. Meeting an actress...
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When the night droned on, we all realized it was time to go. So, we piled into Tristan's car with ease, begging him to turn on the heat. The leather seats were ice cold to the touch, all of us shivering. This time around, Miguel had no problem sitting beside me. That being because, my wound had opened once again and he had the desire to tend to it.
It seemed silly to even worry about it, since it wasn't bleeding as much as earlier. Nevertheless, he held my finger with his sleeve, gently pressing on the cut. I managed to get my seatbelt on with one hand, a little proud of myself. After that, I leaned back into my seat, moving my wounded hand into my lap to get more comfortable. That also meant Miguel's hand was moved along with it, being in my lap as well now. He didn't seem to mind, not caring what I did as long as it didn't prevent him from managing my accident.
The car starts moving, getting us out of the park and into other roads. Miguel's hand had to be getting stiff by now, I thought. Soon, he was making himself comfortable as well. His fingers not only held onto my wound, they now rested more in between mine. Miguel's cold flannel slid up his wrist as he let his warm fingers fall against my cold ones, tracing my skin. I felt myself tense up, a little nervous at the skin on skin contact. His thumb brushed softly against my skin, leaving me to wonder if that was intentional or not.
Either way, I began to enjoy the warmth that came from his hand, my body slowly relaxing. I was scared to move, but allowed myself to slide my fingers in between his, tightening the grip. The soothing rhythm of his thumb didn't stop until later on. When it did, I realized that he wasn't even holding onto my cut anymore, instead we were just simply sat there, hand in hand.
Nothing about it felt simple though, especially the way it was calming me down. Unlike earlier, I was now leaning towards Miguel instead of the window. My legs were turned towards his body, and I had no desire to shy away from him.
The redbull, I think, maybe I should have finished that drink earlier rather than taking a few sips and that being all. Because now, I was falling in and out of sleep.
Miguel's POV:
I feel a head fall onto my shoulder, only making my thoughts even more confusing. Mar had fallen asleep, her hand going limp in mine. I hear her light breathing in my ear, warmth brushing against my shoulder every time she exhaled. She must not be used to being up this late, I thought. Then again, the dashboard only read that it was 10 p.m.
Before long, it became a known fact to everyone in the car that Mar had fallen asleep. Everyone spoke at a whisper, not wanting to wake her. I figured it would happen either way, due to the bumpy roads. Tristan would be dropping Brady off first, since he knew the way to his house.
