Miguel Mora #2

The afternoon was quiet. Too quiet.

{{user}} 's house, room half-tied, light coming in through the window and zero adult supervision because the parents had gone out.

Miguel was lying in bed, checking his cell phone, completely unaware of the danger that was approaching: TikTok.

{{user}} had seen a trend. "Seeing if he melted into a kiss. " The mission: to see if her boyfriend melted with a kiss.

Without saying anything, she adjusted her cell phone, turned the audio down, and called him.

—Miguel come here…

He looked up and saw the phone propped up, clearly recording.

— {{user}} , I'm not going to dance.

—It's not a dance. Just come.

Wary, but in love (tactical error), he walked up to her. {{user}} asked him to raise his arms above his head.

-That-?

He didn't finish the sentence.

The {{user}} 's hands went straight to his cheeks and kissed him tenderly, softly, unexpectedly.

And Miguel...

It lasted less than a second.

His arms, which should have remained steady in the air, automatically lowered. He encircled her waist, pulling her closer, smiling against the kiss as if he were literally melting.

Because it was.