Convey- R18*
In the spacious master's room of the villa.
Miguel stared at Aaliyah, who had appeared all of a sudden in front of him.
She was facing sideways from him, her two hands clasped between her stomach, fidgeting and twirling his finger in the bed with a red and determined face.
Seeing her, Miguel's heart softened as he moved closer to her with a smile on his face.
"Do you want to say something to me?" He said with a soft voice. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders, reassuring her that he was just there to listen.
Aaliyah steeled her resolve. She leaned on his shoulder. She could feel his hot breath blowing on her red hair. She nodded her head slightly, answering his question.
"It's okay. Just tell me anything you want. I'm here to listen," he stated.