𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Etta Valentines POV

"Migs?" My curiosity got the better of me whilst I was being carried into my apartment. Yes, carried.

Miguel gave me no choice in the matter. He just swept me off my feet the moment I stepped out the car and claimed that this was just one action in the long line of things he needed to do to make it up to me.

I said he didn't need to make anything up to me, but I think that guy has selective hearing.

"Yes baby?"

"How's your house feeling to you?"

He froze once he'd kicked the door shut, me still in his arms. "Come again, pretty girl?"

I dragged myself higher into his chest, using his neck as leverage. "When you drove me to yours that first time, we spoke about how you don't like it too much cause it doesn't feel like home. Is that that why you like coming over mine so often?"

His face scrunched up before his eyes blared. "You're not thinking that's the only reason I love coming over yours are you?"

I chuckled at his cute panic, shaking my head border pecking his cheek. "Of course not Guel." He set me on my feet before dropping to his knees to undo my shoes. "I was just curious."

Picking me back into his arms, he proceeded to carry me to the couch. "If we're being real then, I do still struggle to be in my own apartment. And before you start overthinking, no I don't only come over here because I prefer your home. I prefer coming over here, because here is surrounded by everything that encompasses you."

My heart sped up as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Those are some pretty words you got there."

A dimple popped in his cheek. "There's plenty more where that came from baby." Miguel surprised me with a kiss to my cupids bow. "Because as cringe as it might fucking sound, I have moments of realisation that I truly only feel that sense of home when you're in my orbit. You bring me that addicting sense of calm without having to say a single thing...Was that pretty enough for you?"

I couldn't do anything other than swoon like a Disney princess. So cliche I know, but there were no other words to describe this feeling.

"I guess it will suffice." I went to lean in and kissed him, but he stopped me.

"Etts, you will tell me if you ever don't want me in your space won't-"

I eradicated that ridiculous sentence from existence by pressing my lips to his. He reacted immediately, allowing my tongue to venture into his mouth as he groaned in appreciation.

My body pressed against his as my fingers locked in the tendrils f his dark hair. I inhaled him with every fibre of my being and he took all I gave when he lied down on the couch, slowly dragging me down with him.

Miguel was now lying horizontally with me still atop him, our mouth not pulling apart until we needed to come up for oxygen.

Even then, we both took a breath before diving in for more.

I was writhing against him as he palmed my waist with fervent care and attention. That attention came to life the second I moaned into his mouth as I moved my hips a certain angle.