𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

13

Etta Valentine's POV

His smirk. His posture. His presence. His everything.

I knew exactly what he was thinking of because I was thinking it too.

"Will you read me a story Etta?" Miguel's tone was low and teasing, enticing me to play with him.

"You know what? I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." I did in fact not need to pee, but I had to diffuse that oncoming tension.

Once safely inside, I locked the door and let out an impromptu squeak. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Do I say I'm tired and need to rest? No, because he's low and I don't wanna bring him down.

Do I suggest to watch another movie? Yeah, that could work.

Or maybe I call Meg and chat to her for a bit until he forgets he even asked about my books? No, because that's rude and I'm not a rude person.

Movie suggestion it is then.

Waiting a minute or so more to make it look like I actually had to use the bathroom, I walked back out there with a false indifference painting my features.

But my moments ceased to continue when I took in the sight of Miguel.

Laying on top of my bed with one arm beneath his head, he was reading a book from one of my collections.

I couldn't see his face due to the book covering my view, but once he sensed me staring in nothing other than awe - as much as I hate to admit that, as well as how hot the whole sight was - he lowered the novel and smiled at me.

"Hey Scoobs. Hope you don't mind but I got a head start. I noticed you must've finished yesterday's book since your little bookmark is poking out the that one, so I started on this." He held up the first book in the series.

What is happening? Surely I'm not imagining this? It's too weird.

"Oh, erm....sure." I tucked my hair behind my ear, slowly approaching the little stool by bed to where my current read is waiting.

"Her sisters are right bitches aren't they?"

Miguel looked up at me once I reached the side of the mattress, only a foot away from where he was laid.

I don't know why it made my heart happy that he was so comfortable around me. I also don't know why I am so damn comfortable around him. It's been a mere week since I fell on him in that theatre but so much has happens since then.

In our short time of being friends, we've already learned so much about each other. He knows the surface level of my personality whilst I feel like he's been raw and trusting with his truths. That's something really value.

I just wish I could open up that easily, but I'm glad he feels safe enough around me that he feels he can do so.

That sentiment alone is one of the best compliments I could ask for.

"Etts?"

My name from his lips jerked me back down to earth. "Sorry, yeah. They do seem pretty selfish."