Chapter 8I drove to Juanito’s with pop music at a low volume while Miguel held my hand from the passenger seat. It was weird that I suddenly felt like we were a couple, even though we weren’t, and it was still only our first date. Maybe it was the common expectations when it came to dating. Who knew?
I sported a proud expression. This time, however, it was a different kind of pride. There was less cockiness and more of something else, whatever it was. I just knew it felt good, and I felt happy. Okay, so there was a possibility I could end up sharing him with Juanito if Miguel agreed to it, which turned me on to think about, but I’d be there with Miguel throughout the entire experience. If he didn’t want to go through with it, it was fine by me. I’d never complain about having him all to m
