𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Etta Valentine's POV

Four weeks had passed since Miguel proposed to me, and since then I've been working with a physio therapist to help start putting weight back onto my leg.

I can't believe it's been eight weeks since my accident that wasn't an accident, but I guess that's what happens when you miss three weeks of your life.

We hadn't told anyone the news yet, but we had let slip that we were looking for a property together.

But again, we hadn't mentioned where yet just because none of our ideal homes were in this state.

And we were terrified of our families reactions once we told them we could be leaving New York.

Yesterday we went to Miguel's mom's wedding and since that was an emotional experience for him, we'd spent the day lazing in bed.

We still hadn't had sex yet and with each day that passed, the need would grow stronger.

"I'm taking you on a date tomorrow." Miguel randomly stated whilst I read my book against his chest.

I slid my bookmark in and gave him my full attention. "Are you now?"

"Uh huh. It's kinda a big deal so I better help you start getting ready." Without warning, he picked me up and walked into the bathroom.

"Now?! I thought you said it was tomorrow?"

Miguel grinned mischievously. "It is. But I need to help you shower now so we can make a day of it."

The logic wasn't there, but that was okay because I knew the true reason he wanted me in the shower.

Though Miguel was the one who instigated the no sex rule until I'm healed, he too has been growing restless with the need to feel me on that deeper level.

So whilst we don't do anything strenuous, he likes to pleasure me in other ways. And that means eating me out at any chance he gets.

I don't mind. Because why would I?

After that little activity, he combed my hair and braided it. Yes he did watch videos on how to do so and yes he was real happy with himself when he figured out his new skill.

"Did I tell you how much I love you today?" He warped into the nape of my neck as I typed on my laptop.

With my wrist and fingers much better than they had been, lifted my arms behind me just to touch any part of him I could reach.

"You might've done." Ten times already.

His hands wandered to my waist before slipping up my shirt. "How's the book coming on?"

I smiled because I knew him and knew that he was using touch as a distraction to read my almost complete story. "Three more chapters and then it's all done. I've gotta proofread it and re edit it soon, but yeah. I'm nearly there."

He pecked my cheek. "I'm proud of you E."

Butterflies thundered against my ribcage as his palms found my tits. I pushed back into him as he sucked on my neck.