𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Miguel Raffetò POV

My girlfriend looks hot as fuck.

Yep. You motherfuckers heard that right. My girlfriend.

"You sure it's okay?"

Etts just emerged from getting changed in the bathroom whilst I lounged on the bed waiting for her.

And fuck did she take my breath away.

"Baby you look gorgeous." She smiled at me in a pale blue dress that matched her eyes and complimented her skin tone.

The satin material hung to her small curves like water and my pants tightened at the sight.

"You're not just saying that?"

It hurt my heart whenever Etts would be insecure about her body. She was truly so beautiful that the fact that she couldn't see it was shockingly incomprehensible.

I scooted to the edge of the bed and patted the space between my legs. She took the invitation and stood in the gap.

Resting my hands on her hips, I looked up at her. "No I'm not just saying that E. You are fucking out of this world and I just wish that you could see what I see."

Her eyes crinkled with her smile as I leaned forward a placed a kiss to the small swell of her belly. All girls bloated, I don't know why guys made such shitty deals about it.

"You look handsome by the way." Her cold fingers tipped my chin up before she leant all the way down and placed a singular gentle kiss on my lips.

I loved it when she showed me any displays of affection. Whilst I loved her kisses and touchiness the most, I revelled in the longing looks she'd give me. But I guess my favourite quirk of hers would be when she doesn't think I don't notice her watching me.

I love her and I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops.

When she stepped away carrying death traps out the door, I heaved myself off the bed and scurried after her like the lovesick fool I am.

"Please tell me you're not wearing those liabilities?"

Etta chuckled over her shoulder as we descended the short staircase. "Sorry mister, but you said formal wear and I don't think my sneakers or boots count as such."

Frowning, I took the heels from her grip as she sat down on the couch. And then I was on my knees, picking up her feet and reluctantly sliding her shoes on. "Just so you know, I don't approve of these contraptions."

She laughed, organising the jewellery around her wrist before thanking me for doing her heels.

"Do I get to know where we're going yet?" That was the third time of asking and my answer was the same every time.

"Nope." I enunciated the p and opened the car door for her.

The drive was twenty minutes long, and whilst I was still nervous, I was extremely grateful to not be sweating billets like I was yesterday.

I had everything planned tonight, I just hoped she enjoyed it. Which I have a feeling she might. And that's not me being arrogant - okay, maybe slightly - it's just me feeling like I know Etts.