When you first met Miguel, you figured he’d be as cold and distant with you as he was with everyone else. But it was the complete opposite. He was infatuated with you the moment he saw you, consistently pursuing you until you two got together. And Miguel didn’t stop there.

You were standing in the kitchen when Miguel got home, and he wasted no time before taking your hand and pressing kisses on you, trailing up your arm. “Mi corazón,” He murmured between kisses, “I’ve missed you.”