oneshots | 18+

mi amor

TW: mention of abuse

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As I enter the dimly lit room, my eyes scan the surroundings until they meet his gaze.

He leans against the bar, and his eyes travel down my body. My heart beats fast as I walk towards him, fearing everyone can hear it. The unconformable feeling of being watched adorns my skin with goosebumps.

But of course, no one can hear it, and no one is looking at me.

Except for him.

More goosebumps, but this time they feel good.

With my handbag in one hand and the other one smoothing my champagne-coloured dress, I try to calm myself.

When I come to a stop in front of him, I just smile awkwardly for a second.

"Hi."

"Hey.", he says, and when he smiles, butterflies erupt in my stomach.

The bartender turns to me, and I ask for the strongest drink they got. He raises an eyebrow, but not a minute later, I hold a drink in my hand.

Let's drown these butterflies.

I turn to Miguel and clear my throat.

"Thanks for meeting me here. I really appreciate you for helping me out."

He rolls up his sleeves and takes a sip from the golden liquid in the crystal glass. My eyes travel from his veiny hand up to his face. He licks his lips, and when I turn away, I can see him grinning.

"No problem.", he says with his deep voice.

It's getting hotter in here, and I take a big sip from my drink, which causes me to cough.

Oh god, this drink is disgusting, and it feels like pure gasoline.

My face is probably red, but I still look up to him. The golden light in the room turned his sharp facial expression into something soft and delicate.

He is beautiful.

I give myself a mental slap. Concentrate.

"My brother told me you got promoted, congratulations!", I say, trying to get my mind off him.

Which isn't easy since he's standing right in front of me, and also talking to him.

"Thanks.", he smiles before he continues speaking. "And he told me you will publish your first article in a few weeks. Make sure to send me a copy of it."

"Sure."

Silence. Great.

I take another sip and another one.

"Woah, slow down, Zara.", he says as I down the drink.

"Fuck." I curse.

Fuck, it burns.

He chuckles, and just now my brain registers that he said my name.

Please say it again.

"What books are you currently reading? I need some recommendations.", he says, and I'm glad for the change of topic.

I order two more drinks, and Miguel eyes them. He seems amused and worried.

"Well, I got a lot of recommendations. What kind of genre are you interested in? I'm currently reading Fourth Wing, and so far it's amazing, so if you're into fantasy, then I highly recommend it."

For the next two hours, we talk about books, our jobs, our future plans, and the world. He listens to me. His smile is contagious. Every time we accidentally brush against each other, my heart flips, and I feel hot.