𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Etta Valentines POV

"What the fuck?"

Pulling off my sleep mask, I blinked to adjust to the morning light only to fail and bury my face back into my pillow.

Not my pillow. Miguel.

Realisation slapped me round the face with a heavy dose of blush.

I slowly lifted my face from chest only to look up and find him reading a book. Reading a few sentences, I immediately understood his reasoning behind the expletive.

"He is a bit of a jerk isn't he?"

As if only now realising I was awake, he quickly set the book down - very carefully may I add - and rolled onto his side, dragging me impossibly closer.

"Morning baby. I'm sorry if I woke you." He did, but I'm happy he did.

"It's okay. Are you enjoying the book?"

He scanned my face as I looked at him with extremely blurry eyes. The sunlight combined with watery eyes and no glasses made him slightly fuzzy.

"I was, up until that dickhead cheated on her. I mean, why would he do that? They were perfect together."

I smiled at his outrage and brushed my fingers through his hair. "You're cute." I admitted, a giddy grin growing.

"What're you so happy about this morning?" His finger traced patterns on my face as my body reacted to the warmth his bare chest was giving me.

Then I realised I was still in last nights dress.

My smile dropped as I blindly reached for my phone and glasses. But as soon as I opened the camera to check how bad the makeup damage was, I found there to be none.

Miguel - now crystal clear in my glasses - smiled shyly. "You fell asleep last night so I took it off for you. I found some makeup wipes in the bathroom."

Butterflies formed in my stomach as I set my phone aside. "Thank you Migs. That's really sweet of you." I went to lean in for a kiss, then shot back upon remembering vital information.

"What's wrong?" He asked, slightly panicked.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Miguel chuckled, reaching for me again. "Like that's stopped us before."

I playfully swatted his hands and made a run for the bathroom, to which I freshened myself up in every aspect. I'd also quickly grabbed a change of clothes and slipped on some comfies.

Opening the door back up, I simply when to walk out when two arms wrapped around me from behind and Miguel nestled his head into the crook of my neck.

Squealing, I tried to escape him but he lifted me off the floor as h his fingers started tickling the life outta me.

"No!" I laughed whilst squirming and jerking in his hold. "Miguel!"

He was laughing too, his strong arms somehow managing to hold me steady as I writhed in his grasp.

And then I was set on the kitchen counter.