You hadn't seen him all week. With schoolwork piling up, you and Miguel hadn't been able to see each other as much as you wanted to. He was so understanding about it too, which made you miss him even more. You felt so guilty, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?

You opened the door to your apartment, feet dragging against the floor. You were exhausted, and anyone would be able to tell. You kicked your shoes off, not caring where they landed, and walked into your living room. That's where you saw him, sitting on the edge of your couch, seemingly waiting for you. Concern twinkled in his eyes as he walked over, pulling you in his loving arms. "Hey, princesa," he whispered, leaning his cheek against the top of your head. He held you steadily, knowing you were probably about to collapse. "Missed you so much," he breathed, as if you were his oxygen. "How was your day, huh?" he asked, voice smooth as silk. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your nose in an attempt to make you smile. How could one man be so perfect?