𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Miguel Raffeto POV

"Are you sure she won't mind be being here, Guel?"

Hand in hand with the girl of my dreams, i held the glass restaurant door open as she shot me a worried look.

"I'm sure baby. And if not, then who the fuck cares? Cause I sure don't." At least that's what I always tried to convince myself. And by the looks of it, Etts looked straight through my façade but did nothing but cup my cheek affectionately.

I smiled into her touch, still trying to get my head around the gratitude I felt for her being by my side tonight.

"You look handsome by the way babe." I stopped short, yanking her arm accidentally as I did so. "What?" She squeaked out, her wince immediately making me feel like an absolute loser.

"Sorry baby, I just...I fucking love you."

Her beautifully big doe eyes widened beyond belief as we both beheld my blunder. Holy shit, I just told the girl I love her. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

Truth be told, I've been fighting those three words for a long ass fucking time. But here, right now as I'm about to take her to meet my mom, accidentally confessing that monumental statement was absolutely the wrong time.

Doesn't mean I don't mean it though.

"Etts, fuck. I'm sorry, it just came ou-"

Uncaring that we were in a restaurant filled with upper class snobs, Etta stepped into my space and pulled me down by the neck. And then she was gracing me the gift of her lips.

"I might not be there yet Migs but it doesnt mean Im not on my way." Another kiss. "Thank you for telling me...You don't know what that means to me, even if you did spit it out like word vomit."

I captured her lips in mine, uncaring that this was most definitely not the right place to be getting hard. "I might have said it on accident but i fucking mean it with everything i am. So thank you for letting me love you."

I felt a tear trickle between our mouths as we kissed once more.

And then my ear was being pinched.

"Miguel!" My mother hissed as quietly yet as sternly as she could without dragging anymore attention on the spectacle that was mine and Etta's embrace.

Etta stepped back, bumping into a nearby table as she stood with rosy cheeks and swollen lips.

"Mom, it's nice to see you." I held my hand out for her to shake, highly aware that this is an odd exchange for a mother and son to have.

She simply shook her head a strutted off, her way of telling us to follow her to wherever she must've been sat. I took Ett's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"She's gonna hate me." My girl whisper shouted as we followed a few paces behind.

"No she's not baby." She might disapprove a little but I don't give a fuck. And Etts doesn't need to know that.

Etta gave me a look that said otherwise, but I simply stole a kiss to her cheek and continued walking.

Pulling out Etta's chair for her, I watched as mom did a quick scan from her head to toe. If she says one judgemental word to this precious girl, I'm getting up and leaving.