𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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TW: Mature reading ahead

Etta Valentine's POV

I fell asleep, fully encompassed in him. And I woke up, fully encompassed in him.

It took me a few seconds to process that I wasn't meant to kiss him, and when that realisation kicked in, my chest did the same thing it did every day; it hurt.

But yesterday, things were changing between us. Dare I say that they were cautiously reverting back into our old ways...

And though I need to talk with him, really talk with him and discuss why he did what he did in the first place. I can't lie and say I haven't missed this easiness between us.

So for now, I'm gonna let things play out and take moments as they come.

"Hey pretty girl." Miguel spoke in his hoarse morning voice.

"Hey yourself."

Helping me to sit up, Miguel yawned before scooting out the covers. "Did you sleep well?"

I blinked, having to think about it. "Yeah. I actually did." I've been having nightmares this past week, but minus the little blip overnight, I slept like a baby.

"Good E, I'm glad." Miguel stood up, turning his back to me and I didn't miss the way he adjusted himself when he thought I couldn't see.

Why're guys always hard in the morning?

"I just gotta piss real quick and then I'll escort you to the couch."

I chuckled at his tone before he disappeared into my bathroom.

He disappeared for ten minutes, returning with flushed cheeks and eye contact worse than mine. Something tells me he didn't just go into the bathroom to use the toilet.

My face heated at the thought, my eyes traitorously travelling down his sculpted body before landing on his-

"Etts, did you hear me?"

Shoot, I was staring. "Sorry, what?"

Smirking, Miguel got nearer. "I said did you want a tea?"

"Oh...um..yes please."

"Coming right up." Passing me my book, he fluffed my pillows and scurried off to the kitchen.

He was making it seriously difficult not to scrap the promise to myself and give into him fully.

That day he broke up with me, I knew I couldn't let myself experience that type of hurt again. I thought my heart was safe in his hands - the night before only proved my trust - but for him to do that so out of the blue, I reverted into old ways and made myself promise not to be a doormat.

But something deep rooted in my gut, a seed planted by Migs, is telling me to give in to him. Something didn't add up for him to break it off like that and whilst he ripped my heart clean out my chest, what kills me more is to think he was in some emotional turmoil himself.

Question is...what was it?

Because no matter what way I look at our time together, you can't fake what we had. What we have.