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Chapter Seven - It's different with Miguel now, and when he suggests a double date, it all gets so much worse.

It’s weird now, with Miguel. It shouldn’t be, it wasn’t his fault the volume on his phone was so loud, that some random woman left him a lewd voicemail. But you can’t help but feel odd around him. Like all your senses are in overdrive, every move he makes, the way his lips quirk, the slight rasp in his voice when he finally speaks after hours of working in almost complete silence. It’s all magnified in your brain, making you hyperaware of him.

Miguel on the other hand seems normal, uninterested, which stings a little, but you tell yourself that he’s probably still embarrassed. Definitely still embarrassed, which is why he barely speaks to you, why he won’t meet your eyes, and why he’s so fidgety.

“Miguel, you good?” You finally ask, standing at the scrub in station, soap covering your hands, unable to stand the silence any longer.

He looks up at you, and his eyes seem to go right through you. Then his gaze solidifies, anchoring on your face, warmth returning to his expression. He dries his hands with a few paper towels before throwing them away, his eyes still on you. “Yeah, doing fine, you?”

“I’m good, just thought you seemed a little quiet, wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He smiles, it’s not as bright as usual but still brilliant. “Dulce chica, were you worried about me?”

You know those words, having picked up at least a bit of Spanish from your time spent around Miguel. He’s calling you sweet girl. Your stomach flips, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. You’re a sucker for cute pet names, what can you say?

“Maybe.” You say, a hint of a teasing smile on your lips.

He looks unfairly gorgeous in the harsh florescent lights of the prep room, and you find your eyes wandering to his exposed forearms.

Miguel flexes his fingers, and your eyes shoot up. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” He admits.

“Oh no, what happened?” You ask, concern overriding the heated thoughts that were threatening to creep up on you.

He shrugs and holds the door open for you, matching your steps as you walk down the hall. “Not sure, just had trouble falling asleep and then I kept waking up.”

You give him a sympathetic look. “When I was a kid, I used to have the worst time falling asleep, and my grandma would give me a glass of warm milk with honey and a handful of silvered almonds.”

Miguel hums thoughtfully. “Did it work?”

“Knocked me right out.” You smile wistfully, remembering when you were just a kid, and you’d sit in the low light of your grandma’s kitchen, clutching the warm glass while she smoothed down your hair. The quiet song of night birds, the soft sounds of the house settling, the scent of honey, the taste of almonds on your tongue.

“I’ll have to try that.” He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes, brief, and platonic, but genuine. “Thanks, y/n. You’re a good friend.”

Friends, right, that’s what you two were. Nothing more, nothing less.

“It’s what I do.” You pat his bicep, friendly, it’s a friendly gesture, and if you admire the tone of his arm, the raw strength you feel while you do it, then he doesn’t need to know that.

Miguel stops in front of your office, “I’m serious, y/n. You’ve been so helpful to me since I started working here, and I really appreciate it. I’m sure my constant questions can get annoying, but you always take them in stride, I’ve never met someone so kind.”

Your cheeks burn and you try to wave away his compliments. “I—it’s nothing, I’m sure anyone would be willing to help you out, not just me.”

He shakes his head, his gaze is burning into you, and you shiver. “No, it’s just you, you’re the only one. I hate to admit it, but I need you, y/n.”

Miguel is so close, when did he get so close? Your back is against the door frame, Miguel towering over you, caging you in, his cologne fills the air, he smells expensive, vanilla, wood smoke, night air, it’s intoxicating.

Your heart is pounding, beating against your chest, trying to escape and fling itself into Miguel’s grip. “You’re a good M.E. Miguel, you don’t need me.”

He chuckles, low, soft, vibrating in your bones. “No tienes idea de lo mucho que te necesito.” Trsl: You have no idea how badly I need you.

“What?” You ask softly, melting into the wall under the heat of his gaze, your eyes flitting from his, to his lips, then back again.

“Can I take you to dinner? As a thank you?” He asks, his voice curling around you, enrapturing, and ensnaring your attention.

Have his eyes always been so…mesmerizing? You can’t look away, they’re a swirling of colors, browns, and oranges, yellows, reds, the season of autumn contained within.

“Yes—I mean when?” You stumble over your words, every inch of you tuned into Miguel, desperate to feel his skin against you.

“Tonight?” He reaches forward and twirls a lock of your hair around his finger.

“Tonight? Shit, I can’t…” You have plans with Todd, unfortunately. No y/n, fortunately, he is your boyfriend who you care very much for, he’s hot, and smart, and nice. You’re happy to have plans with him.

“Why not? Afraid I won’t pick a good restaurant, that you won’t have a good time?” Miguel teases, still twirl, twirl, twirl, twirling your hair, wrapping it further around his finger.

Honestly, nothing could be as bad as last year, when Todd said he’d plan your whole birthday and picked a restaurant that only served food you were either allergic to or didn’t like. Then he complained about how expensive everything was.

“You got me.” You joke, giving Miguel a half-smile. “But no, actually, I have plans with Todd.”

“Skip them, let me take you out instead. We can go to Mama Rosa’s.” He smiles, dangling your favorite restaurant in front of you like bait on a hook.

You have been craving Mexican food lately, and Todd always acted like it was such a burden that you needed to eat after work. But not everybody worked from home, not everyone could just walk away from their job whenever they wanted to go get fast food.

I don’t know…he’ll be upset if I cancel on him the day of.”

Miguel pouts, literally pouts, his full lips soft, inviting, and you find yourself staring at them. “Why don’t we make it a double date, then?”

You jolt back, though there’s really nowhere for you to go. “You’re dating someone?”

“I wouldn’t call it dating, it’s more of a casual situation.” He drawls, bringing his hand up, his eyes fluttering for a split second as the hair wrapped around his finger brushes under his nose.

That shouldn’t make your stomach flip, it’s probably nothing, but you unconsciously squeeze your thighs together, at the way his voice comes out low and eager.

You couldn’t say no if you tried. Not with the way Miguel drops your hair, his hand sliding down your arm, his fingers tangling with yours and pressing your joined hands to his chest. “Please y/n, let me show you my thanks, even if it’s not just us.”

“Okay, I’ll tell Todd.”

It’s fucking embarrassing, sitting next to Todd who chose to sit across from Kasey, Miguel’s date, instead of you.

Kasey is beautiful, dark hair, brown eyes, flawless skin, and a gorgeous figure. One she proudly shows off, and that your boyfriend can’t stop sneaking glances at.

“So, Todd, y/n tells me you work in Finance?” Miguel says, cutting into his food, some weird ultra healthy, vegan mush that both Kasey and Todd insist tastes exactly like lasagna.

“Yeah, it’s great, get paid to sit at home run some calculations then pass the work on.” Todd says, cutting into his tofu.

You poke miserably at your salad; it has some dressing you can’t pronounce and lots of kale. Your stomach churns, eating itself from the inside out. You’re so damn hungry.

“Wow, that sounds amazing, I wish I could do that.” Kasey says her own tofu is half-eaten and looks slightly more appetizing than Todd’s.

“What do you do?” Todd asks, “besides having excellent taste in restaurants, the same as me.”

She giggles, “oh nothing special, just an office job, but I like it. It’s nice to have regular hours.”

“Hey, there you go, babe, you should work at Kasey’s office.” Todd slings an arm over your shoulder, and you bristle.

You’ve found yourself less and less comfortable with Todd’s affection, usually it leads to him demanding something more. “Why? I like my job.”

“Regular hours means you can stop complaining about being tired and kicking me out at night.”

Miguel’s eyes flicker to yours, his phone in his nondominant hand.

You bite the inside of your cheek and gently sit up, causing Todd’s arm to slide off you. “I went to school for my job, I enjoy it.”

Todd huffs, “yeah, but you always comp—”

“I don’t know what we’d do without y/n at the slab.” Miguel interrupts, sliding his phone onto the table face up. “She’s highly skilled and the care she shows for the deceased’s families is above and beyond what’s required of us as city employees.”

You feel your own phone buzz along with a flicker of hope. You casually slide it out, turning it to where Todd can’t see the screen. It doesn’t matter, though, he’s too busy arguing with Miguel.

Miguel: I’m sorry about Mama Rosa’s, near the end of the dinner do you want me to fake a work emergency? We can go get burgers.

Your heart flutters.

Y/N: Please, I’m so hungry.

Miguel’s eyes dart down to his phone, then he nods almost imperceptibly.

“Y/N is great, I’m not saying that, but maybe a more normal job would be better? Might pay more, too.”

“Not everything is about money.” You mumble.

“But isn’t it?” Todd shoots back.

Kasey laughs nervously, breaking the tension. “So, y/n, did Miguel tell you how he and I met?”

You shake your head, digging into your salad.

“Kasey, honey, that’s not a story for tonight.” Miguel says, a slight warning undercutting his neutral tone.

“Ugh you’re no fun, I’m going to get a drink. Todd, you want to do a shot with me?”

Todd stands before you can even react. “Yeah, I’ll have one.”

Then they leave, winding through the crowd, and disappearing from sight.

You push your plate away from you and take a sip of your water. “Kasey seems nice.”

“This food is terrible.” Miguel says at the same time.

You laugh. “It’s so bad, like so, so bad.”

Miguel leans back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. “She’s nice, a bit of a party girl, but nice.”

“You think it’s too early to leave?” You check your phone, it’s only eight o’clock.

“I say give it ten-twenty more minutes, then I’ll fake the call.” He leans forward, planting his elbows on the table, giving you a teasing smile. “Think you can hold out twenty more minutes for me?”

You nod, not trusting your own voice.

“Good girl.” Miguel says, looking back down at his phone as Kasey and Todd come back to the table.

You hate Miguel, hate that he so causally and in such a short time turned you on in this public space with your boyfriend just barely out of earshot. Hate how you want to ditch Todd and beg Miguel to fuck you in the bathroom, or ditch Todd and beg Miguel to take you to get real food. Either way, you want to beg Miguel for something, and you’ve never felt that way with Todd.

“No way, y/n you have to hear this. Kasey is that girl I was telling you about, from the bar. I didn’t recognize her because I was so drunk that night, but now.” He plops back into his seat, hand landing on your thigh. “We have so much to thank her for don’t we, babe?”

You give him a tight smile and remove his hand. “Maybe we don’t talk about this right now.”

“Oh, y/n, don’t be embarrassed, I was more than happy to help.” Kasey smiles at you.

There’s no malice in her smile, and you don’t dislike her, she’s sweet, and she probably doesn’t know that Todd took her advice and royally fucked it all up.

“You two have met before?” Miguel asks, joining the conversation with the subtly of a snake slithering through grass.

Kasey nods. “Yeah, downtown, he wanted some advice on helping his girl get off, so I told him some things that you do.”

Kill me, kill me now, please, death take me, I’m ready to die.

You want to crawl under the table and hide. There’s no way Todd did what Miguel does, Miguel has repeat customers, and unless you were truly broken, Todd had to have fucked up Miguel’s technique.

“Well, that’s nice of you?” Miguel says, patting Kasey’s hand.

“You’re just so good, Miguel, I had to tell someone.”

He laughs, and you can feel Todd tense beside you. “You flatter me.”

“Miggy come on, you’re the best I’ve ever had. Did you even get my voicemail?”

You’re going to scream, this is too much, you’ve got to get out of here.

As if sensing your discomfort, Miguel swipes his phone off the table and gets up, walking a bit away.

You all sit in silence, picking at your food until he returns.

“Sorry, emergency call, a couple of senior citizens died under mysterious circumstances, they need y/n and me to come back in.”

You stand, immediately, grabbing your purse. “Duty calls.”

“But what about—”

“This is why I said you should get a normal—”

You head for the exit, ignoring Kasey and Todd’s cries of protest, Miguel at your heels.

Fun fact, that birthday thing actually happened to me in my last relationship XD

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