𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

40

TW: Mature reading ahead

Etta Valentine's POV

Why is he so perfect? Literally why?

He seriously doesn't give himself enough credit for the amount of things he does for others - me in particular.

Miguel is one of a kind, and I'm grateful he's all mine.

"Don't your cheeks hurt yet E? You've been grinning the entire way back."

I laughed as he pulled up in the drive. I desperately needed to pee but it was true. I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

"Nope." I popped the p like he did earlier and the moment he stopped the car, I jumped out. "I really need to pee."

He just shook his head in amusement as I waddled as fast as I could in heels to the front door.

I punched in the locks code, tossed my shoes off and then went to happily relieve myself.

Only when I was done, I walked out to find Guel entering our bedroom with that damn black bag in his hand.

I'd been putting off bringing it inside, because if I knew my best friend like I thought I did. Then I knew the second I opened that bag, I'd be reeling.

"I noticed you left this in the trunk. Did you need it?"

I swallowed, staring at the bag like I could see through it. "Oh right...thank you for grabbing it. Did you just wanna leave it over there for now?"

I pointed to where we left the discarded suitcases and made myself busy by gathering my pyjamas for the night.

"Everything okay baby?"

I felt him coming up behind me, his hands around my waist a second later. "Yeah." I whispered breathlessly as he kissed my shoulder.

"You're looking a lil flushed. Can I get you anything?" See? Perfect.

"Could you get me a glass of water please baby? I just wanna change, but I'll be down in a minute."

A second kiss to my shoulder. "One water coming up." Third kiss. "I love you." And then he was walking out the room.

Once I heard his footsteps padding down the stairs, I rushed over to the bag and dropped to my knees.

Prying the tape away, my heart became unsteady as I pulled the bag open.

And then I shut it straight away.

Hell. No. Hell to the no. Uh uh. Nope.

But despite my racing heart, I couldn't help but take a second look.

My cheeks flamed at the sight as my breath repeatedly hitched as I scanned the contents.

Oh my god Meg. What're you doing to me?

There were three items inside. Three.

But the sound of Miguel clanking around downstairs had me pulled back to the present and I found myself stuffing the bag inside an empty suitcase.