Oh my god. This was really happening. Miguel and I kept making out, his hand on my waist and one on my cheek making its way down to my neck. I pulled away for a second. A concerned look quickly covered his face. "What's wrong?" He asked me. I looked up at him. "Nothing, this just feels kind of unreal." I responded, giggling. He smiled, relieved, as he leaned in again.
After another ten minutes of us making out, Miguel made his way down to my neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. "Miguel." I said. "Yeah?" He responded, moving from my neck and making eye contact with me. I licked my lips as I said, "How about we go to my room?"
I held his hand as I led him up the stairs and into my room. I closed and locked the door as we continued what we started. After a while, Miguel pulled away. "What's wrong?" I asked him. He hesitated. "Y/n, I've been wanting to ask you something for a very long time." He started. "So, as you may or may not know, I like you. A lot. And I wanted to ask if you wanted to be more than friends?" He asked, making eye contact with me. I smiled. "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Of course Miguel." I said, leaning in again.
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