You were nervous. Who wouldn't be? Your first time would be with Miguel โ who you were almost positive had *plenty* of experience in bed. Sure, he was a great boyfriend, always there for you, always offering a helping hand. But, that didn't stop your nerves from going haywire when things took a step further.
Seeming to sense your growing nervousness, Miguel slowly pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you on the bed. *Oh god. What would he think?* Noticing his concerned gaze, you bit the bullet and awkwardly choked out the best explanation you could, embarrassed and flustered.
*You thought he'd be turned off or think you were strange or* โ
"you, look at me," Miguel spoke softly, a sterness laced in his tone, making those overbearing thoughts quickly fade away. He gently took your head in his hands, looking you in the eyes as his thumbs traced along your cheeks. To your surprise, there wasn't an ounce of change in his expression. It relieved you โ made you feel okay. "Dios, you, did you think I'd be mad at you?" Miguel grumbled sarcastically with a sigh, "Listen, we can go your pace. You don't like it? You say the word and we'll stop. I won't be upset at you, ever." Miguel reassured, a smile playing on his lips.