𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

30

Etta Valentines POV

Miguel was up to something.

I felt a shift to his demeanour the moment I detangled myself from him but he won't tell me what he's thinking.

He just keeps smirking to himself and whilst we're doing his idea of brainstorming ideas for me this next month, I caught him writing something down in his notes app before he shielded his screen from me.

I was laying on my front against the floor with Miguel sat beside me, rested against my couch.

"So just to clarify, what are things you absolutely want to avoid at all costs?"

I looked down at the list on my notebook of my interests, before opening a new page for things I don't like. He'd made me curate said list and whilst I was skeptical, I also went along with it.

"Heights for one." I said, tapping my pen against my cheek as I pondered.

"What about planes?"

My head whipped to him so fast it almost jolted straight off my body. "Planes? Migs, what're you asking about planes for?"

He chuckled. "Is that a no to aircrafts then?"

My eyes widened so far I'm surprised they didn't pop right out of their sockets. "I hate flying, it terrifies me. But that's beside the point. Why are you asking about planes?"

He grabbed my ankles and tugged me towards him. "Riddle me this. Would you be pissed at me if I took you somewhere by plane? Or would you rather I drive you somewhere."

I openly gawped at him. "Migs, when you said we were gonna plan things, I assumed they were  activities like book nights, arts and crafts or walks in parks. I didn't consider anything extravagant..."

Giving up on trying to pull me by my ankles, he tutted and walked on his knees to pull me onto his lap.

"Did I overstep?" He asked soothingly whilst he delicately tucked a rogue strand of hair behind my ear.

"How could you think that Migs? You could never overstep, not when you're so passionate about making me happy." It genuinely confused me why he'd think that. He's literally perfect in every sense of the word.

"Really?" His voice softened and quieted.

My fingers found his hair. "Really." Rocking forward to seat myself closer to him, I peppered his face with kisses. "All I want is to enjoy life. That might sound cringe or underwhelming, but just feeling cosy in a space that I can write will make me the happiest I can be."

Miguel kissed my forehead and seemed to ponder my admission. And then his lips quirked up. "Nothing else could make you happy?"

I chuckled, flattening out his brows whilst he rubbed his hands up and down my arms.

"Well there is something that could make me happy. Or someone, I should say."

Miguel smirked. "Oh yeah? Who is this mystery person?"

I took a dramatic breath. "Well they've got the fluffiest hair I've ever felt."