erm me and racheal both ditch Miguel for each other...

Miguel O'Hara used to be your lover, until he saw his first love once again during your date.

Now, it was their wedding and you were invited to their wedding. The bride was beautiful, catching everyone's eyes. But not yours, your gaze were still set on Miguel, admiring him but this time, you weren't by his side.

The bride made her way to Miguel as they were about to say their vows to one another.

"Miguel's eyes widen in shock as he watches me storm out of the wedding, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turns back to the bride, his expression unreadable." He takes a deep breath and begins to say the vows, his voice steady and smooth as silk.

*::"kneels down beside me, a look of concern creasing his face as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Hey, karina, what's going on? What's wrong?" He whispers softly, his voice laced with genuine concern." "he glances around to make sure no one is watching, before pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiping away the tears streaming down my face."

"Miguel's expression turns guarded, his eyes clouding over as he looks at me with a mixture of frustration and longing. He lets out a low sigh and runs his fingers through his hair, the gesture betraying his emotions." "Karina, don't make this more complicated than it has to be," he says, his voice low and rough. "He pauses, studying my face, before continuing in a softer tone." "I thought I was doing what was best for me...but seeing you again, sitting here on these steps, crying...it's like no time has passed at all." "He leans in closer, his warm breath washing over my skin, sending shivers down my spine."

*Miguel's eyes flash with defensiveness, but then a look of pain creeps in, and he lets out a rough laugh. "He leans back on his heels, his gaze dropping to the ground as he runs his hand through his hair again." "Yeah, I did what I thought was best, Karina. I thought I could move on, that I could forget about us...but seeing you now, feeling this...it's like I'm stuck in the past." "He looks up at me, his eyes blazing with intensity." "I never stopped loving you, Karina. I never stopped wanting you." "He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper." "Why didn't you ever give me a chance to make it right?"

*Miguel's expression darkens, his jaw clenched in frustration. "He lets out a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger." "You're still the same stubborn, beautiful, infuriating woman you've always been," he says, his voice low and rough. "He takes another step closer, his face inches from mine." "And don't worry about the bride to be. She's not the one I want, Karina. She's just a symbol of my failure, a reminder that I'll never be able to have what I truly want." "His eyes bore into mine, burning with intensity." "And as for the reception...I'm not going back to that church, or to that fake wedding. I'm staying here, with you. Whether you like it or not."

*Miguel flinches at my words, his expression twisting with guilt and pain. "He drops his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily." "I know I don't deserve you, Karina. But despite all that, I'm still here, hoping you can find it in your heart to give me another chance...to prove to you that I've changed. That I love only you." "He lifts his gaze to meet mine, the intensity in his eyes unwavering." "If you walk away from me now, it'll be the biggest mistake of your life, just as much as it was mine. And trust me, I wouldn't wish that upon either of us."

*Miguel's face turns ashen at the mention of his bride-to-be. "He looks away, defeat and regret etched in the lines of his face. When he speaks, his voice is low and tinged with sorrow."

"Karina, you don't have to do that. You owe me nothing. But know this: I was never in love with her. She was a way for me to avoid confronting my feelings for you. She got caught up in a situation she didn't deserve."

"His eyes meet yours once more, pleading." "Just be sure to tell her everything. She has no idea about us, and she deserves to know who I really am. So, if leaving me behind means getting the truth out, then do it without hesitation."

"With a final, longing look, Miguel steps back, allowing you the space to go. He watches as you walk away, each step a metaphorical hammer to his heart."

"Miguel's bride-to-be's eyes widen in shock as you deliver the truth, her face pale with rage and hurt. She looks at Miguel, expecting him to defend himself, but instead, he just stands there, his eyes cast down, his expression sheepish."

"You...you're telling me this now? After we've come so far?" She spits out the words, her voice venomous. "And what makes you think I'm going to believe you? You're just trying to destroy me, just like you destroyed Karina!"

"The guests begin to murmur, whispers spreading like wildfire through the crowd. The ceremony is interrupted, the atmosphere heavy with tension."

"I don't want to hear it," she hisses, her voice trembling with anger. "I thought I knew you, Miguel, but I realize now that I was blind to your true nature. You're a liar, a manipulator, and a coward."

"With a swift motion, she turns and flees the church, leaving Miguel standing alone, his world crashing down around him."

"Miguel's bride-to-be, still fuming with anger and hurt, storms out of the church, not noticing you following her. She makes her way to her car, but stops suddenly and spins around, her eyes blazing with fury."

"How dare you!" she hisses, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're just as bad as he is! You're just trying to ruin my life!"

"She takes a step closer, her face inches from yours, her breathing ragged. For a moment, it seems like she might strike you, but then her expression crumbles, and she breaks down in tears."

"I thought I loved him," she sobs, her voice cracking. "I thought he loved me. But now I realize I was just a fool. A foolish, stupid fool."

"Miguel's bride-to-be looks up at you, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. For a moment, she just stares at you, then nods slowly."

"Yeah...yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I need to get away from this mess." She wipes her tears away with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath to calm down.

"I'm Rachel, by the way," she says, her voice still shaking slightly.

"She offers you a tentative smile, and for the first time, you see a glimmer of something other than anger or hurt in her eyes."

"Rachel's face relaxes slightly as she takes your hand, her grip firm and gentle. She smiles again, this time a bit more warmly."

"I'm glad to meet you, Karina," she says, her voice a little stronger now. "And I wish I had met Miguel under better circumstances too. But sometimes life has a way of making us realize what we really want."

"She looks down at your hand, then back up at your face, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief."

"You know, Karina, I think getting drunk and commiserating might just be the best medicine for my broken heart."

"Rachel smiles, her eyes sparkling with excitement." "Oh, I think a bar sounds like just what I need. I want to get away from all the memories of that church and that fake wedding." She pauses, looking around her living room. "But I don't know if I can face going out in public right now. Can we go somewhere...quieter?"

"She looks at you with a pleading expression, her voice dropping to a whisper." "I just feel so exposed, like everyone's watching me. I just want to be able to cry and scream and rage without being judged."

"Rachel's eyes light up at the suggestion, and she nods enthusiastically." "Yes, I have a wine fridge full of wine. Let me grab a bottle of something good." She gets up and walks over to a small fridge in the kitchen, opening it to reveal a selection of fine wines. "I think I have just the thing."

"She pulls out a bottle of red wine, examines the label, and nods." "This one should do the trick. It's a bold Cabernet Sauvignon. I've had it before, and it always helps me unwind."

"She pours two glasses, handing one to you and keeping one for herself." "To new beginnings," she says, clinking her glass against yours.*

"Rachel giggles and blushes, her eyes sparkling with amusement." "Oh, Karina, you're such a bad influence!" she says, her voice slightly slurred from the wine.

"She leans into your arm, feeling a sense of comfort and security in your presence." "You're right, though. I do feel like I'm breaking free from all that drama and pretending. And it feels amazing."

"She looks up at you, her eyes glassy and dreamy." "You know, I think I might actually start to like being single again. At least, being single without Miguel's baggage."

"She snuggles closer to you, her head against your shoulder." "Thanks for being here for me, Karina. You're a great friend...or maybe more."

"Rachel's eyes sparkle with excitement, and she leans in closer to you, her face inches from yours." "Mmm...me too," she whispers, her voice husky from the wine.

"She pauses, her lips almost touching yours, and then her eyes meet yours, searching for permission." "Want to take this further?"

"Rachel's eyes flutter closed as she melts into the kiss, her lips soft and yielding. She tilts her head to the side, deepening the kiss, and her hands slide up your arms, pulling you closer."

"Rachel's breathless whisper sends shivers down your spine. She opens her eyes, her gaze burning with desire." "Me too," she whispers back, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your hearts.* "I never thought I'd be doing this, but..."she pauses, her lips inches from yours"...I want you, Karina."

"Rachel's breath catches in her throat as you kiss her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She arches her back, giving you better access to her skin, and a soft moan escapes her lips."

"Rachel's eyes lock onto yours, her pupils dilating with excitement as you touch her, and she gasps softly. Her hand trembles slightly as she feels your wetness, and her face flushes with desire."

"Oh God, Karina..." she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Her fingers brush against your panties, hesitating for a moment before dipping inside."

"You're so wet," she whispers, her eyes never leaving yours. "I've never felt this way about anyone."

"Rachel's moans and gasps harmonize with yours as you continue to finger each other, the intimacy and passion growing with every passing moment. Your tongues dance together in a sensual waltz, exploring the depths of each other's mouths."

As your fingers entwine and move in unison, you can feel the building tension between you, like a wave about to crest. The air is thick with the scent of wine, sweat, and sex, and the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment.*

Your fingers slide deeper, faster, and harder, sending shivers down each other's spines. Rachel's nails dig gently into your skin, her eyes never leaving yours, as she moans and gasps for breath.*

"Rachel's eyes flutter closed as she lets out a series of soft moans, her body trembling with pleasure. She arches her back, pressing her hips against your fingers, and her voice rises to a breathless whisper."

"As you both reach the peak of your pleasure, your bodies tremble and shudder in unison. Rachel's moans become a soft, drawn-out cry, and she squeezes your fingers tightly around her hand."

"Rachel's eyes flutter open, and she gazes up at you, her expression soft and relaxed. She smiles, her lips still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure."

"Mmm...yeah," she whispers, her voice husky from the aftermath. "That was really something." "She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck, seeking comfort and closeness." "I never expected that to happen today," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.*

"You can feel her body relaxing against yours, her muscles uncoiling like a spring released from tension. She wraps her arms around your torso, holding you close as if she never wants to let go."

"Rachel's eyes sparkle with amusement as she looks up at you, her face still flushed with pleasure. She smiles, her lips curling upward."

"Oh, Karina," she says, her voice husky with laughter. "You're so bold." "She leans in, her nose brushing against yours, and whispers." "Of course, you can stay with me tonight."

"Rachel's smile grows wider, and she nods, her eyes shining with excitement."

"Definitely," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think I'd like that." "She leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss."

"Rachel's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she chuckles, her lips still pressed against yours." "Well, I've never been with a woman before," she admits, her voice barely audible over the sound of your breathing. "She pulls back, her gaze locked on yours, and continues in a whisper." "But I have to say, I'm really enjoying this. You make me feel things I've never felt before."

"Rachel's cheeks flush with a soft pink hue, and she smiles shyly, her eyes never leaving yours." "Y-yes," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "She nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and takes your hand, leading you towards the bedroom."

"Rachel's eyes widen as she takes in your nude form, her face flushing with a soft pink color. She lingers on your curves, her gaze drinking in the sight of you. Her eyes roam over every inch of your skin, taking in the sight of your breasts, your stomach, and your hips."

"She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the movement. Her lips curve into a soft smile, and she raises her hands, reaching out to touch you." "You're beautiful," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Her fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she explores every contour, every curve, and every slope."

"Rachel's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, time stands still as they connect, lost in the intensity of the moment. Then, she leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle caress."

"Rachel's eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint, and she raises her hands, slipping the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The fabric falls away, revealing her slender body, her curves accentuated by the soft lighting of the room."

As the dress slips from her shoulders, Rachel's frame is unveiled in all its glory. Her figure is lean and graceful, yet there's an undeniable softness to her - a testament to femininity.

Her skin is fair, smooth as silk, and it shimmers in the candlelight, adorned with a faint blush that runs from her cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest, highlighting her porcelain-like complexion. The gentle rise of her collarbones arches in harmony with her slender throat before narrowing towards her small yet pert breasts. They're perfect teardrop shapes, tipped with rose-pink nipples that are slightly puckered, betraying arousal. A delicate tracery of veins can be seen beneath her supple flesh, culminating at the center of each breast.

Her waist nips in gracefully, flaring out to form hips that are just right - not too wide, not too narrow - and they sit perfectly atop long, toned legs. Between them rests a gentle patch of triangle hair, obscuring what lies below. You see satisfaction and confidence reflected in her eyes, which haven't left your body since she began disrobing. She stands confidently, unabashedly displaying her vulnerability, as much as her strength.

"As the sunlight creeps into the room, you and Rachel lie entwined, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs and sheets. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a primal aroma that clings to your skin. You feel like you're stuck together, as if the very fabric of your bodies has become one."

"Rachel's eyes flutter open, and she blinks sleepily, her gaze lingering on yours. She smiles, her lips curved upwards in a languid smile, and reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of your face."

"Mmm...morning," she whispers, her voice husky from the night before. "Her fingers trail down your cheek, tracing the contours of your face, and her touch sends shivers down your spine."

"You can feel the weight of the night still clinging to you, the memories of the love you shared etched into every molecule of your being. It's as if the pleasure has seeped deep into your bones, leaving you relaxed, content, and sated."

"Rachel stretches, her body arching against yours, and you feel your own muscles flex in response. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close as she settles back into your embrace."

"Stay here," you whisper, your voice muffled against her ear. "Just for a little while

"Rachel's eyes lock onto yours, and a soft smile spreads across her face. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as she gazes into your eyes."

"Karina," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "I think I might love you too." "She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss."

"Her body relaxes against yours, feeling the warmth of your skin and the comfort of your embrace. You can sense the trust and vulnerability building between you, like a delicate flower unfolding its petals in the sun."

"I never thought I'd feel this way," she admits, her voice trembling with emotion. "But being with you...it feels right. It feels like home."