𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

15

Miguel Raffetò POV

"You sure you don't mind coming with me?"

We'd just pulled up at the venue again. The first two times it was to drop Etta off and pick her up so she could go home and change into formal wear, and both of which she assured me she really didn't need a ride but was grateful I gave her one.

Last night, I wholeheartedly did not expect an invitation to join her at a family gathering today, but man was I not about to complain.

Not when she looked at me with her doe eyes and memorising smile. Not when she wanted to be in my presence just as much as I did her.

It was a privilege and I'd be a fool to ever turn her down.

"You sure you don't mind asking that question?" I teased as she screwed her nose up and stuck her tongue out with a laugh to follow.

God she was beautiful.

Etta had changed into a short navy blue dress, that colour the sky goes on a clear summers night. Not that I would know what that really looks like since I've lived in a city my whole life.

But her dress has tiny clusters of literal embroidered stars that sparkle when the light hits her. Which is always.

Her long sleeves attached to the dress are a sheer matching blue material - like a fine lace or some other shit I don't know the name of.

Her long lashes are lined in a kohl mascara, glitter staining her eyelids and her plump lips are painted a shade of pink that sits between rose and mauve.

Her shoes though. Her shoes I'm not so happy about. She slid on what she told me were her only pairs of heels, and the only way to describe them was a walking disaster.

Silver straps aligned the toeless stiletto, bringing the gorgeous girl only a mere two inches from my height. Etta was beautifully tall even without death traps attached to her feet, so fuck did she look drool worthy when I looked to find her lips in perfect level to mine.

Told you. Walking disaster.

After asking Etta multiple times what clothes would be suitable to wear, I'd pulled on a pair of smart casual black jeans with a plain black shirt.

And I'm not being arrogant by any means, but I took the blush and loss of words from Etta when she opened the door as she approved of my attire. It's not really any different to what I wear daily, but I did spray a new cologne before I left so maybe that's what did it.

But that reminds me.

I rummaged around in the centre console for my chain bracelet I'd thrown in there when leaving. I didn't wanna be late for Etta so I brought it in the car to put on, only I'd forgotten about it.

Picking the chain up, I attempted to fumble it over my wrist. I don't usually take it off, so having to clasp it together is a rare occurrence for me.

"Here, let me." Etta reached forwards, her fingers dainty and delicate compared to mine.

Her fingertips gently skimmed my skin, sending flurries of heat all over my body, sending my hairs on end.