Miguel Raffeto POV
"Tonight. Stay over. I-I want you to stay over."
I could feel my heart in my throat. My stomach was in knots and I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing.
"Etta, are you sure?" I sat down on her pelvis in a way that wouldn't hurt her. How she ended up beneath me is a welcome thought for another day.
"Yeah. I'm sure. I'm really sure. I'm so sure that I think I've said sure too many times. In fact, I'm sure I've said sure too much." Her word vomit turned into giggling and fuck did she warm something inside me when she did.
"Crazy girl. I think you had one too many juices."
"Pretty certain that only happens when the juice contains alcohol."
I rolled my eyes and moved off of her, noting her face as it dropped for a split second. Did she not want me to move?
Fuck it. I'm teasing her.
"I saw that." Sat on the edge of her mattress, I reached over for my mug of tea.
"Saw what?" She whispered, sitting up and mirroring my actions.
I raised a knowing brow over the rim of the mug, swallowing down the warm liquid before speaking. "Your face. You looked lil disappointed there Etts."
Etta looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"If you wanted me to be on top of you again, you only have to ask, okay?"
She lifted her gaze and stared at me like I'd said something unspeakable. She was so expressive that the faces she pulled never ceased to amaze me.
"I never said that."
Smirking, I leant into her space. "You didn't have to." With a kiss to her cheek, I stood up and downed the rest of my tea.
I walked all the way over to her kitchen sink, rinsed the mug out and then chilled out on the couch before she managed to get her words out.
"I'm sorry."
Out of all the words I could've guessed she'd say, sorry wasn't one of them.
"Sorry? What're you sorry for babe?"
She fell instantly quiet at the blunder I made, but I couldn't find a fuck to give and apologise for calling her babe.
"If I've made you feel obligated to stay over. You really don't have to-"
"Etts, come here."
She didn't.
"Etts. Come here."
Not an inch of movement.
Without warning, I got to my feet and walked over to her. Holding my arms out, I made it look like I was helping her to her feet, but as soon as she unassumingly put her hands in mine, I hoisted her into my arms and carried her over to the sofa.
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General Fiction#𝟐 in the 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 series Miguel Raffetò has spent his whole life being a big bundle of lovable energy who strives to makes his loved ones smile. But when he finds himself feeling lost in the world, a certain bookworm with a tendency to shy...
