Batchada Dance (Miguel ohara x deb smikle)

Part 4

The next day at dance class, Deb entered feeling butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't stop thinking about her private lesson with Miguel, and was hoping to see him today.

Miguel was teaching a different class that day, so Deb had a different instructor, but Deb was so focused on thinking of Miguel that she couldn't fully pay attention.

 She was so nervous to see Miguel again, and hoped that he felt the same way as he seemed the day before.

Deb took a break from dance class, and was eager to talk to Miguel again. She walked over to her instructor, who was eating lunch in the main room.

"Hi Miguel, how are you doing today?" Deb asked him as she approached, her heart beating fast.

Miguel looked up from his sandwich and smiled, "I'm good Deb, how are you doing? Enjoying the dance class so far?" Miguel asked, his tone friendly and encouraging as always.

Deb felt herself blush, and she tried not to give up her feelings for Miguel just yet.

As Deb and Miguel talked during lunch, Deb felt herself becoming more comfortable around him. She couldn't help but notice Miguel's attractive face, and his kind eyes.

Deb had to fight the urge to look at his lips, the way he made her feel when they danced together.

Deb couldn't help but wonder, was Miguel feeling the same way? Was there a reason for her to have more hope, and was there a possibility that Miguel felt the same attraction towards her?

But Miguel had been so kind and professional, it was hard for Deb to think this might be possible.

Deb was lost in her thoughts, and she didn't notice that she had been staring at Miguel's lips for a few moments. She quickly looked away, but her face burned as she felt the heat rise. Miguel laughed, seeing her blushing and looking away quickly.

"Oh, sorry Deb," Miguel said, his tone playful and friendly. "I know I'm not that captivating, am I?"

Deb looked up, feeling embarrassed. She couldn't tell if Miguel was flirting, or making a joke, and she was too shy to ask.

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Deb arrived home after dance class, and immediately told her sister about her day. She couldn't stop talking about the dance class, and about Miguel specifically.

"Oh my god Deb, Miguel is just so amazing," Deb's sister said, beaming with excitement. "I'm so jealous you get to see him all the time!"

Deb couldn't stop smiling, her face burning.

"I know, right?" Deb replied, her cheeks still flushed. "He's the most amazing instructor, and he's so fun to dance with."

As Deb kept talking, her sister's expression turned to one of concern.

"But Deb, you're talking about him like you have a crush! Deb, don't tell me that you do?" Deb's sister asked her, raising an eyebrow.

"I... I don't know," Deb whispered, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

She couldn't believe what she was saying, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach returning. "I think I do."