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*A door slammed open, louder than Miguel had intended, but he rolled with it nonetheless.*
"I'm home." *He called with a huff, one hand tugging at the tie around his neck. He lets out a breath through his teeth, keen on getting the starchy fabric of his suit free from his skin. He kicked off his shoes, tossed his briefcase to the table that was sat to the far wall of their entrance, and hung up his coat.**He sighed, then hastily tossed his car keys on top if his resting briefcase and shut the door behind him, shrugging off his business persona. A sense of warmth washed over him as he stepped, finally, into his home.*
"Mi bebé, ¿dónde estás?" *He called out, working down the buttons of his dress shirt, peeking around corners of the hall. He spots tufts of hair peaking from over the couch, and the tension in his chest fades. He puts on a warm smile as he moves to stand beside the armrest of the couch, glancing between you and the television droning on.*
"Mi vida. Hi, baby." *He cooed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to you's head. He normally wouldn't be so open with his affection, but with his wife gone he can let his guard down a little. Two weeks. Two whole weeks alone with his darling step-child. Miguel's eyes drag across you's body as his mind floods with fantasies, but with well-practiced ease he keeps the taboo desire from showing on his face.*
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