𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Miguel Raffetò POV

"I know. I can feel it."

I'm lost for words. In all my life I've never been rendered fully speechless but here we are.

Here. We. Fucking. Are.

I felt like a goddamn fish with my mouth moving so wordlessly. Etta just sat there watching me become increasingly hot under the collar, grinning mischievously as I fought to get a hold on myself.

She'd never been so forward in her words before but god did she make my heart skip a beat when she said what she said.

And as I tried to clam my breathing, her cold hands graciously wandered upwards until her fingers were running through my hair and fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Are you okay Mickey? Would you like some water?"

Her smirk was borderline devilish and my painful dick stood at full mast. "W-water?" I stuttered, utterly oblivious to the world around us.

Etta batted those doe eyes and nodded before using her freehand to thumb my parted lower lip. "Yeah, you're looking a little flushed."

My eyes fixed on hers and I managed to pull through this foggy lust filled haze. Well, just enough to get my head above the water you know? Just enough to even the playing field.

"Who knew you were such a brat, baby?" Practically shaking, I traced my fingertips up the side of her torso. And then I fucking revelled in the blush disguised under the makeup she had on.

There's my girl.

"I'm not a brat." She said softly, completely disbelieving of her own defence.

"Hmm. You're behaving like one, mama." Again, I watched her writhe. Her chin lowered and her breath caught whilst her fingers subconsciously tightened their hold of my hair.

It was my turn to smirk.

Tugging her impossibly closer with the sideways position she held on my lap, I gripped her chin and brought her face closer towards me. "Continue looking at me like that and I'm gonna have to throw you over my shoulder and ditch our friends without so much as a goodbye."

Her eyelids fluttered as she gaped at me then shook her head. And then she froze. "Our friends?" She whispered, face so close her nose was brushing mine.

"Yes Etts. Our friends. Now continue to misbehave and let me escort you off the premises." Instead of blushing and going shy like I thought she would go, Etta smiled to herself before pecking me on the cheek.

"Is it okay if we stay a little longer before you do that?"

I blinked at the turn of events - not to mention the lack of denial to my instruction.

"Of course baby...You okay?"

Etta chuckled, kissing my cheek again before speaking directly into my ear. "I'm enjoying spending time with everyone. I don't want them thinking badly of me if I was to up and leave, no matter how tempting that offer is. I just want...I just want them to like me."