Miguel’s point of view.
I heard a loud knock on my door early in the morning before I had even gotten out of bed. I felt the warm hands on my chest as I removed them.
I brushed my eyes, wondering what time it was that someone was at my door already. I looked at Blake who was peacefully sleeping as I pilled the sheets off me and went to get in my boxers.
I grabbed a t-shirt and made my way to the door. I stumbled on some clothes as I groaned, picking them up.
The doorbell went off again and I walked to the door, wondering who it was.
I checked who it was and it was a fuming Javier. I opened the door, wondering why he was furious.
“Javier? What’s wrong? Why are you here so early in the…” I tried to question him but he just barged into the house, walking into the living room.
“Is Jasm
