We were intertwined in the sheets as if the outside world had ceased to exist. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gilding Miguel's skin as he smiled, his eyes half-closed, lazily and affectionately messing up my hair. I felt warm, light. Almost as if I were dreaming — but it was all real. Miguel, his touches, his low laugh, his fingers carelessly tracing my waist while the tip of his nose brushed against mine.
"This is dangerous," I murmured, laughing as I felt his lips graze my jaw. "Very dangerous."
"Why?" he asked with a mischievous smile. "Afraid of falling in love?"
"I think that danger has already passed," I joked, trying to disguise the truth with lightness. The truth was that I was already completely surrendered.
He pulled me even closer, our legs intertwined
