Silk & Cologne | Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 17 - Properly

My friends and I enjoyed our dinner together after practice was done, and try as I might, I couldn't avoid the subject of Miguel coming up. My friends were eager to know more about my mystery boyfriend that saved me from a crazed stalker.

Just the thought of even referring to Miguel as my boyfriend seemed so. . . foreign to me. We had really only known each other for just a few weeks now, but we've experienced so much in that short time. He's saved my life twice now, for crying out loud!

I tried to keep the details to a minimum. My boyfriend worked for an indie tech company that had an office outside of the city, and because it's so far out he rents an apartment in the middle of nowhere so our relationship is basically long distance until he manages to squeeze in just enough time to come visit me.

"But he must be pretty serious about you if he went all out on that creep and stayed with you after the fact, right?" Kasey raised a curious brow at me as we ate.

Get your shocking hands OFF OF HER!

That scream, along with that moment constantly visited my dreams over and over again. The feral look in his eyes when he fought Chameleon as Spider-Man and then the shift to the gentle and caring gaze of Miguel O'Hara on the rooftop. . .

Would him feeling that way towards me really be such a bad thing?

My heart fluttered at the idea as I finished my ramen before I felt a short ping of fear rip through me.

But what about our dimensions? We come from entirely different worlds. Would it even work?

After an early dinner with my dance friends at the Ramen shop, I went back home to quickly change into my Spider suit and transported myself to the Spider-Society HQ. I made my way through the halls, making my way to the training area. I was hoping to run into Peter B. or any of the others.

I wasn't expecting to find Miguel going through a vigorous workout. Judging based off the times we had down workouts together, I had assumed he'd done his work outs early in the mornings every other day. What was he doing here again in the evening?

My curiosity got the better of me as I walked closer towards him. He was lifting a weight at the squat rack, holding a tight grip on the metal beam as he carefully squatted his legs and stood back up, carefully repeating the motions over and over.

"Skipping leg day?" I teased.

When I neared, he huffed a quick smile, "What brings you by this evening?"

His eyes kept focused on a not so particular spot in order to stay in the zone of his workout. I smirked at him. "Do I need a reason to come visit and say hi?"

"Not at all," He panted, doing another squat. "I wasn't expecting you to come by tonight. I thought you'd be busy,"

His muscles twitched as he moved and I couldn't help but stare. I slowly stalked around him, watching his workout regime. "I had an early dinner and time to kill, so I thought I'd swing by,"

I walked in front of him and dropped to the floor, sitting with my legs crossed as I continued to watch him.

His breathing was hard and heavy as he finished the set, standing up. He glanced down at me and raised a curious brow. "What are you doing down here?"

"You've been at that for a while right? I'm spotting you," I smiled.

He huffed a deep laughter from his throat as he shook his head. "Alright, I guess I could go for one more,"

Miguel got into position, taking the weight off the rack as it held along his shoulders, his muscles and veins pulsing as his biceps flexed. I watched as he slowly squatted down, bending his knees. I couldn't take his eyes off of him. I was sweating just from watching him.