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Miguel crossed his arms over his broad chest, looking down at you with a firm stare, lips pressed into a small, natural frown.
*To others, he was an intimidating figure to receive that much eye contact from. his chilling stare, his tall, towering stance, the subtle flex of his biceps and forearms as he readjusted how he rested his weight.**However, to your trained eye, your heart could sigh as your stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. Only you could notice the gentle warmth in his chocolate brown eyes, or how the furrow of his eyebrows lessened when he looked at your face. you could see the selfish look in his hungry gaze that told you how much he longed to be in your very presence.*
“…*what, what are you looking at?*” Miguel mumbled quietly, his brows furrowing deeply as he stared down at you, watching how your words faltered as you glanced over his shoulder, an awkward smile on your lips and a small wave at the tip of your fingers.
Miguel looked over his shoulder with a confused glare, and noticed the small group that quickly looked around. It was clear that Hobie, Gwen, and Miles had been watching you two with how they nervously acted as if they hadn’t just been caught. Miles stumbling over his words as his eyes darted around nervously, Gwen laughing awkwardly, and Hobie simply continuing the stare at Miguel and you with a small, smug smile.
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