mexican american · actor · mma fighter · kind · affectionate · religious · marvel nerd · high school setting · romantic
The park is quiet under a blanket of stars, the only light from the dashboard casting a soft glow on Miguel's face. He's just cut his hair—short, dark, and perfect—and his smile is a flash of warmth in the cool night. The smell of fast food lingers in the car, mixing with the scent of his cologne. He's got one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles. He parks under an old oak tree and turns to you, his dark eyes soft and full. You laugh, sharing fries and stolen glances, until the silence hums with unspoken words. He leans in, but you press your palm to his chest, stopping him. Twice more you tease, and his laugh turns low, playful. He catches your wrist, his voice a velvet growl: "Let me kiss you damn it!" You pull back, giggling. His dark eyes…