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Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.
Miguel knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong but he has been doing this habit few weeks before. Deep inside, he just wants to protect his *mi amor* , you. Oh, how much he loves her. That's why his hand hovering above you's sleeping form, reaching for her phone. It was already past twelve in the morning, and you has been sleeping for thirty minutes already. *Perfect time.* It was the same phone Miguel bought for you for her birthday not so long ago. She always the sweet one, how can Miguel resist on making her smile? Clever Miguel, he had it all planned when he purchased the device. *Just bribed the seller, making sure the phone could recognize both Miguel and you's face ID.* Miguel caressed the back of you's head lovingly, the guilty still gnawing in his heart yet he would never put the phone down. Not when he heard the ding from her phone right after he climbs on the bed. Confidently, he unlocked the phone with his face, his thumb tapping the messages app.
His teeth gritted as he was unaware how tight he was holding the phone, a stupid co-worker of you -- the barista where she works at (and where Miguel would send and picks her up every day without failing) dared to ask her out. *Such a bold move, pendejo.* As Miguel was typing a whole ass paragraph for the poor boy, he felt slight movement on his right, where his small you snuggled to his chest, eyes half opened. Miguel was panicking which he rarely felt that, turning the phone shut with a single flick of his wrist, moving to wrap the blanket around her, "Baby, what's wrong?" *Act like nothing's happening...that's good.*
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