𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

24

Miguel Raffetò POV

5:30 on the dot and Etta was stepping outside the cafe.

Spotting me stood outside of my car, her face lit up and she came speed walking towards me.

"Miguel, you didn't have to pick me up."

Taking her bag off her, I pulled her into a hug, kissing her head and opening her door as if we'd been in this routine forever.

"I know I didn't, but I wanted to." Ducking her head under my arm, Etta thanked me and climbed into the car.

Not giving her the chance, I leaned in and fastened her seatbelt, pausing before pulling back and landing a cheeky peck on her nose.

The last thing I heard before I shut the door was the small gasp she let out as I caught her by surprise.

Joining her moments later, I put the car in drive and turned to radio down. "Am I alright to just swing by the gym? Only, I left my bag there and one of the guys said they'd set it aside for me."

She scrunched her brows up at me. "Of course silly. You don't have to ask."

"Well I'm not just gonna drag you around the city after you've been at work all day."

Smiling, she looked out the window whilst her hand wandered over to mine on the gearstick. I loved touchy Etta. It was one of my favourite variations of her.

Who am I kidding, I fucking adore the whole of this woman.

"So, what did you do today?"

I grinned to myself, thinking of what I got up to. "Well after I ate half of the batch of cinnamon rolls you made, I washed the pots and put the rest in a container. After that I headed to the the gym before rubbing home to grab a shower. Then after that, I popped into the office to clear something up with Rome, and the rest of the day I just chilled out at your place." 

Etta blushed and beamed at me. "You went back to mine?"

"Yeah, sorry is that weird? I feel like it's kind of weird."

She shook her head, squeezing my hand before reassuring me. "Not at all Migs. I trust you."

I trust you.

Who knew those three words could make my hear skip a beat.

Who knew those three words could make me have an inconvenient fucking boner.

Clearing my throat, I tried desperately to get a handle of myself.

"Etts that means a fucking lot to me. And I know it does to you too, so thank you. You're one in a million."

A little while of comfortable chatter later and we were pulling up at my gym.

"You gonna be okay whilst I go grab it?"

Etta nodded, playfully shooing me away until I was out in the cold waving at her like a lunatic all the way until I was inside.

"Hey bro, thanks for this." Picking up my stuff, I slapped Adam's hand. Adam being a PT here for as long as I could remember.

"No problem man. I'll see ya tomorrow."