Secreto De Amor (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Final Night Together

Warnings— 1.6k words, dual POVS, angsty chapter, and of course... CLIFFHANGER!!

MIGUEL'S POV

"Mariposa, say something, please." I just told her that I can no longer move to New York. All thanks to Xina, who loves to change her mind.

She swore that they offered her a better deal to stay in Arizona. Gaby might be happy that she doesn't have to change schools.

But Y/N and I are... heartbroken.

I don't want to do a long-distance relationship. I want to be close to her. I want to be able to reach her from a proximity distance in the middle of the night. To feel her warmth and to comfort her.

To have family dinners, on the weekend. To have her on my bed, on holiday breaks.

But now, I don't know if it will happen. She could change her mind about us. She could see that it's not going to work out.

She could find someone else.

"But what about our plans?" she asks, her voice shaky.

"Hey, we're still going through with them. We'll just... we'll figure out a schedule. I can go on the weekends."

"You can't, you have to go to Arizona to pick up Gaby."

My pulse strikes. "We can catch a direct flight from there."

"It won't work." she shakes her head, sighing.

No, it won't.

"Look at me." she looks up, her eyes watery. "We're going to be okay. We still have your breaks."

I would have to wait four months to see her but I need to assure her, somehow.

"Yeah..." she smiles but sounds uncertain.

I hold her close, caressing her soft hair. I can feel her heart crying. She should feel mine.

I stroke her cheek, refusing to watch her cry. "How was the wedding?"

"I-It was good." she clears her throat. "It was beautiful. Antonia looked amazing and Dad... looked so happy."

I smile, it feels good to hear how happy he was. But it also saddens me how everything went down between my best friend and me.

I wished I had been there for him. But he hates my fucking guts. And honestly, who could blame him?

I would hate me, too.

"Do you want to see pictures?"

I meet her eyes. "Yeah, I do."

We lay in bed, silence lying in between us like an infant.

Deep inside, we both know that this potentially could be our final night together.

"What are you thinking?" she finally speaks. I roll over and face her.

"About the day you came home when I saw you in the bathroom. How close you were to decapitating me." she laughs.

"I almost decapitated you a few times huh?"

"Yeah... but I wouldn't have it any other way. You're the best thing that happened to me this summer." she snuggles onto my chest.

"Ditto." I dip my head and kiss her. I feel the spark from the first time I ever kissed her and it has me riding a tidal wave.

Her wandering hands began to lift my shirt. I grab her hands, stopping her movements. "Mariposa, you know I never turn down sex but tonight I just want to hold you."