Desperate. That’s how you were for Miguel. You’ve known him for years, you knew everything about him.

But he didn’t seem to like the way you clung onto him at all times. Sure, he was a close friend of your father, but he was older.

But right now, it was different. He held you close, looking down at you. His muscular figure being the only thing you were focused on.

“I already told you. No puedo estar contigo, pero tu lo haces tan difícil…”