𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

11

Miguel Raffetò POV

"I don't know why you're so excited Mickey. Your place is much more impressive than my little hobbit hole." Jeez, I fucking love that's she's already happy to give me a fucking nickname.

Nicknames are personal to me, and the fact I've known this girl just shy of a week makes me the happiest man alive.

All I strive for in life is to put a smile on someone's face. To be a beacon of light in the darkness, and to lift people up when there down.

But with Etta, it feels more than that.

It feels like she's doing it to me without even knowing the impact she's having.

But now, the locksmith had just left and Etta was about to show me her home.

"Jokes on you, I've never watched lord of the rings."

Etta chuckled before unlocking the door and entering her apartment with an air of apprehension. She seemed a little nervous for my reaction of her home, but I don't know why.

"Scooby, this place is incredible." With her bag of naughty fairy books in hand, I ventured in behind her.

My eyes fell to every nook and cranny, feeling a warm buzz crawl up my stomach as I took the home in. Because that's what it was. A home.

Compared to mine, this place was lived in. Really, lived in. Every wall emanates love in a way I can't put into words.

The sound of the front door locking has me jerking back to earth. I'd wandered into the middle of her lounge, doing a 360 slow motion spin whilst Etta came closer.

"You like it? I mean, it's not much but it's my baby you know?"

The love in her eyes supported that sweet statement. "I know."

We stared at each other for a moment before she cleared her throat and walked over to her kitchen counters.

"Would you like anything? Tea, coffee?"

She was inviting me to stay for a little while? Holy heck yes. "Do you have any hot chocolate powder?"

Etta's smile warmed my heart. "Coming right up."

My eyes suddenly did a double take on the pole in the middle of the room. Not middle middle, but yeah. "No way, is this a fireman's pole?"

Etta looked up, immediately looking down again. "No, it's a dancers pole."

Heat surged through me. "Like the ones they have in kinky nightclubs?"

Etta scoffed, turning her back to me as she took a soon out of a drawer. "It's not a strippers pole Miguel. And before you ask, no, I'm not an exotic dancer, it's just a hobby of mine."

Blood rushed straight to my dick but I ignored it. Though the mental image of my snow here wrapped around this bar was gonna be stuck in repeat the moment I close my eyes tonight. "Hobby? That's so cool Scooby. Can you do many tricks?"

She raised a brow at me but her apprehension seemed to have softened. "I'm not showing you any."

I pouted a her like an idiot. "Not even if you teach me how to do those cool calisthenics like what people do at the gym?"