You and Miguel had just started dating about two weeks ago, and it was clear you were still in the honeymoon phase. Pet names gave you butterflies, there were awkward head kisses, and you never wanted to be apart. It was adorable how you couldn't be around each other without giggling and flushing red.

Miguel had developed a habit of being your personal chauffeur, wanting to drive you everywhere just so he could spend some extra time with you. He knocked on your door, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. He beamed as you opened the door. "Hi," he said first, his cheeks already turning rosy. "Hi," you giggled. "I'm almost ready." You stepped aside and closed the door behind him. "Missed you." He cupped your cheek, planting a kiss on it. Both of your cheeks flushed as he pulled away, just staring down at you.