𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

38

Etta Valentine's POV

I'm officially Miguel's girlfriend.

Miguel is officially my boyfriend.

Holy heck I have a boyfriend...

I need to call Meg. Desperately need to tell her. Like right now.

I slid out from under the covers of the king sized bed and softly padded out of the room with excitement thrumming in my veins.

I have a boyfriend...

Once we'd pulled away from an intense make out session in front of the fire last night, we went on a tour of the luxury rental before we made a simple pasta for dinner.

After that, we curled up on the couch and watched a movie, waking up to find we fell asleep there. It was laid back and cosy, my favourite kind of night.

And I think it became a core memory for me.

The amount of thought Miguel put into asking me to be his girlfriend brings tears to my eyes, even though it happened twelve hours ago now.

He's one of a kind and I can't believe I get to call him mine. Who would've ey? The me from a little over a month ago would've laughed in my face and told me I was crazy.

But the me now?

The me now is getting there. Getting a little closer everyday to that inner peace. I'm not naive enough to say my problems will be gone at the snap of my fingers, but I've made a start. A huge one, at that.

And you know what? I'm proud of myself.

"What do you want bitch? It's too fucking early."

Ignoring my best friends lovely greeting, I squealed into the mic as I sat chest to knees on the couch.

"Miguel asked me to be his girlfriend."

She screamed into the mic, so much so I had to pull the phone away. I put it back just in time to hear Carter murmur something inaudible.

"What did you say? Please, tell me-"

"I said yes!" I know it might seem like an overreaction, might even sound like the man proposed to me. But only Meg knew what this meant to me.

Another squeal from her end.

"Hell yeah girly. I'm so happy for you." Tears sprang to my eyes and I imagined my best friends to have done the same. "So...did you seal the deal?!"

Of course she'd ask that straight away. "Meg!" I hissed nervously.

She just chuckled. "What? Can't help being curious?"

"What? About my sex life? Yeah, no thanks."

Meg literally whined into the mic. "Come on, you gotta give me something..."

"Megan!"

"Etta..." She groaned, making me laugh.

"No okay?" I chuckled. "And even if we did, all you'd get is a simple yes or no answer."

"Fine..." Her disappointment was amusing. "But promise you'll tell me when and if it does happen?"

I chuckled. "Maybe. No promises."

Meg whooped and hollered before falling deadly silent. "So...have you looked in the bag I gave you yet?"

"No, I left it in the car." My eyes narrowed even though she couldn't see me. "Why?"