𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲|| 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏

Since they started dating, they didn't say anything to anybody else. Neither to Conchata and Gabriella. But they promised they would tell them when they are ready.

Usually when Gabriella went to sleep in her room, both of them would stay awake a little more spending time together. Now that they were more intimate, Miguel allowed the woman to enter in his bedroom.
Y/n's heart raced as they stepped into it. The room was a reflection of his personality, a harmonious blend of creativity and comfort. Soft, ambient lighting illuminated the space, casting a gentle glow across the room. The walls were adorned with artwork, capturing Miguel's eclectic taste and passion for visual expression.
Miguel motioned towards the bed, inviting Y/n to join him <<Come, hermosa, I don't bite.>>. She blushed and got closer. As they settled onto the mattress, they couldn't help but gravitate closer to one another. The anticipation hung in the air, their bodies inching closer as Miguel's hand brushed against Y/n's arm, who made her shiver.
With a playful smile, Miguel reached for the remote and turned on the television. The screen flickered to life, casting moving images and a soft glow across the room. They pretended to watch the various programs that where on the TV, their eyes fixed on the screen, but their attention focused solely on each other.
As they shared stolen glances, he whispered to her words of affections <<Qué guapa eres hoy...>> he whispered in her ear, making her blush. Miguel learned that Y/n enjoyed had a soft spot for people who spoke spanish. So he used it at his favor <<y estás muy sexy...>>.
Meanwhile the world outside seemed to fade away, their bodies aligned, and their fingers lightly intertwined. The warmth between them was palpable, an electric current that pulsed through their veins.
In a moment of vulnerability, Miguel's hand found its way onto Y/n's thigh, their eyes locking for a brief, electrifying second. Without a word, Y/n placed her hand on top of Miguel's, their fingers intertwining.
Their connection deepened, and the world around them faded into insignificance. The TV screen turned into a blur as their focus shifted solely to each other. The air was charged with anticipation and unspoken desires.
In a tender moment, Y/n's hand caressed Miguel's cheek, drawing him closer.
Their lips met in a gentle kiss, tentative at first, but quickly deepening with desire and longing. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them intensifying with every passing second.
Their kisses grew more urgent, their hands exploring each other's bodies with a mix of curiosity and desire. The room filled with the sound of their shared breaths and the soft rustling of clothing.
Her hands went around his neck, as his hands travelled on her hips, holding her as closer as possible.
Just as their passion threatened to consume them, a jarring interruption shattered their intimate bubble. Gabriella's voice pierced through the door, calling out for Y/n <<Y/n! I am thirsty!>> she announced. Their hearts sank, and they reluctantly pulled away from each other, their lips still tingling with the remnants of their shared affection.
Breathing heavily, Y/n glanced at Miguel, their eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and understanding. They exchanged a silent promise, a vow to explore their connection when the time was right. Y/n reluctantly rose from the bed, leaving behind the warmth and intimacy that had enveloped them <<Yes I am coming.>> as she stepped out of the bedroom, they cast one last glance back at Miguel, silently longing for the moment when they could finally continue the intimate dance they had started. She walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and taking it to the little girl. She made sure thet she was okay and comfortable, making her fall asleeo before she went back into his room.
Miguel was still awake in bed, scrolling on his phone but he put it down when he noticed her presence.
<<She's asleep?>> Miguel asked about his own daughter. Y/n nodded, sitting on the bed and getting closer to him again <<Yes she is. She is alseep now.>>.
He smiled and got closer to the woman, slowly kissing her cheek and whispering <<Then allow me to have you all for myself.>>. The woman blushed and their bodies drawn together in a passionate embrace. Their kisses grew fervent, each touch igniting a spark of desire within them. As their hands roamed, exploring the curves and contours of each other's bodies, the intensity of their connection deepened.
Miguel's lips ventured from Y/n's lips to her cheek, then down her jawline, leaving a trail of heated kisses. She didn't expect that and she let out a satisfied sight. Finally, his attention turned to her neck, where he placed tender, lingering kisses, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Just as they were about to surrender to their desires, their bodies yearning for more, Miguel's phone abruptly buzzed and rang, disrupting the intimate moment. Y/n, caught between desire and practicality, suggested <<You should answer the call>> she hoped it would be a short thing.
<<No, it isn't important at this hour... you are...>> whispered and kept kissing her, his passion still evident in his eyes. Ignoring the persistent ringing, he leaned back in to continue their passionate moment. The phone finally stopped ringing, offering a brief respite that allowed them to focus on each other once again.
He kissed her more, making her lay down and crawling in top of her. Their hearts beated faster together as they kept holding each other.
However, their moment of serenity was short-lived. The phone started buzzing and ringing once more, breaking the spell they had woven.
Exasperated, Miguel let out a frustrated sigh, realizing he had no choice but to answer. In a mix of anger and disappointment, he muttered Spanish words, questioning why their precious moment had been forcefully interrupted. He sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone, answering it <<¿Quién es el idiota que decidió llamarme a esta hora?>> he exclaimed at the phone, angrily. Someone on the other part of the phone started speaking. Probably it was a coworker.
Miguel kept speaking to the phone <<Hm. What about that?>> he asked about something about work. She stayed next to him, as he stroked her thigh, as if he wanted to let her know his attention was costantly on her.
And she appreciated that.