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TW: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE
(Still read this chapter tho you'll love it)
Sophia's pov:
"Miguel!" I yelled.
The robber swung for me and he hit me in the stomach.
"Owh fuck!" I yelled.
I held my stomach and it stung.
I saw Miguel run over, Mickey far in front of him.
The robber tried to run away.
Miguel tackled him to the ground.
"You don't fuck with my Sophia." He said.
His Sophia?
I stopped holding my stomach.
"Miguel-" I yelled.
Too late.
He crawled onto the guy.
Fucking hell.. I mean deserved but fucking hell.
He punched the guy.
Again.. and again.. and again.. and again.
He was literally Robin.
"Miguel!" I yelled.
I saw blood gush out of the robbers face.
"Miguel enough!" I yelled.
I ripped him off off the guy.
Miguel was breathing rapidly and his hair was a little wet and all over the place.
Lowkey hot.
"God you're hot."
"What?"
"Uh- Nothing."
I saw my moms card laying on the floor.
I picked it up.
When i bent down the robber flinched.
"Scram." Miguel said.
The robber stood up and started limping away.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
He held my face with one hand and looked around it for any injuries.
"Im fine." I said.
He held my face, a worried look plastered on his.
"Miguel im honestly okay." I said.
He didn't let go.
I held his other hand.
When i came for it he flinched.
"Ah-" He hissed.
I held his hand and looked at it.
"Jesus Mikey.." I said.
His knuckles were bleeding, badly.
"Cmon. Lets go." I added.
"Where?" He asked.
"My house." I said.
He whistled and Mickey came running back.
I picked up my bag of groceries.
"Lets go." I said.
We held hands on the way home.
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"Ah-" He hissed.
I dabbed a paper towel with rubbing alcohol on his knuckles.
"Could you please be more careful?" He asked.
"Not really." I said.
He slapped my hand away.
"Miguel!" I said.
"Be less harsh." He groaned.
I raised my eyebrows in a playful way.
"Please.." He groaned.
I nodded.
He was sitting on the sink in my bathroom. I was standing in front of him.
"Thank you for sticking up for me."I said.
"No problem. Im a normal human being. Any sane person would have done the same." He said.
"Any sane person? Miguel any sane person would have just called the cops or something. You are quite literally insane." I said.
He looked at me. With a look in his eyes that made me question if maybe i was insane too.
I stopped dabbing and held his hand.
I looked him in his eyes.
"This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me."
Our facing were really close to eachother.
Miguel's hands escaped my grip.
He lifted me up to his lap.
I felt my cheeks turn burgundy.
"Miguel what are you-" I laughed, nervous as hell.
He put one of his hands on my chin and i felt the other creep its way to my ass.
"Mikey-" I started.
"Shh.." He said.
He looked at my lips, i looked at his.
Was this actually happening?
I leaned in, and so did he.
Our lips touched.
We kissed eachother.
I felt time stop.
"Mh-" I mumbled.
"Shhh.." He said.
The kiss was amazing. I mean, its not like id ever kissed someone before but if i had, this would definitely top it.
I could smell his cologne, my hands were basically glued to his neck and I didn't ever wanna let go.
His hands were on my hips, sometimes lingering to my thighs or ass.
Our lips moved in sync.
"My.. Sophia.." He said, huffing because he was completely breathless.
I was too, but I wasn't ever gonna give up this moment.
"Hah-" I said.
"Oh shut up." He groaned.
He stood up and took me with him, did this dude actually pick me up like I didn't weigh shit?
He gave me one last peck before putting me down.
Our hands were intertwined.
"Uh- Id like.. Written a whole speech, to tell you how i feel but now this just kinda happened and I don't remember a single part of it. I uh- I even put like quotes from your book in it and i just.. I don't know.." He said.
I smiled.
"Its okay Mikey." I replied.
"It was uhm gonna be something like 'Sophia Hansley, ive been in love with you since i was six but you wouldn't even look my way so i just thought hating you would be better then loving you whilst you didn't even know me and i like- I like fell in love with you in 1st grade when i realized i could make your cheeks glow red by stealing one of your pencils or whatever." He said.
"Burgundy."
"What?"
"My cheeks were never red they were burgundy."
He smiled.
"You remember?" He asked.
"I remember every single word you've ever said to me."
"That's kinda psycho." He said.
"What can i say? I like a little phsyco-ness." I replied.
He grinned.
"Enemies to lovers, it's our trope Hansley."
I smiled.
"The Wes to my Liz."
He smiled.
"Just go be clear tho I didn't read to book so I don't really know who Liz and Wes are-" He started.
"Just shut up and kiss me."
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