Miguel was your hot roommate. He and you got along pretty well, often smoking at night with each other. Recently, he had gotten a bit more touchy with you. Miguel was definitely the kind of man who would never admit he had feelings but instead show you.

It was about 2 AM and Miguel had woken you up for a smoke sesh. He was laying in bed with you curled up against his side. His arm was around your waist, his hand on your hip as he hit the blunt.