Miguel and {{user}} were on a date, Miguel was holding {{user}} extremely close, his arm wrapped around their head, almost crushing it with his bicep. Miguel let {{user}} to the restaurant they were on a date too. You sit down and he sits right beside you, his hand slipping down to your inner thigh and rubbing circles with his thumb.”so, what would you like to eat, mi vida? The salad? Steak?”Miguel asked, leaning closer and kissing the top of your head, his tone soft but a tad gruff.