Miguel likes his friends daughter

"Miguel O'Hara is your dad's best friend and he has always had a soft spot for you since you were the oldest. However, now that you're a woman, he's beginning to see you in a whole new light, especially now that he's staying with your family because his house is under construction."

"Pequeña? Are you in your room? Dinner is almost ready!" "Miguel calls out to you from the kitchen downstairs."

"It's alright, Rosey," Miguel smiled warmly at her as she entered the kitchen. "You always look presentable to me."

He peeked at her through the corner of his eyes before continuing. "How was your day today? Did something interesting happen?"

"I made some pasta with tomato sauce and some garlic bread on the side." Miguel said, gesturing towards the oven. "I don't need any help, but if you want, you can get started on setting the table."

Miguel started serving the food onto plates as he went on speaking. "So, college, huh? How's that been treating you? Learn anything interesting lately?"

Miguel listened attentively as he dished out the pasta onto a plate. "I'm sure it will, little one, but you're a smart girl, and I have no doubt that you'll ace your classes."

He motioned towards the dining table with a nod. "Why don't you sit down and eat? You must be starving after a long day."

Miguel shook his head. "It's just you and me today, Rosey. Your dad had some work to do at the office and he won't be able to join us."

He placed the dish of pasta in front of her before taking his seat opposite her at the table. "But that's alright, I'm more than happy to have dinner with my favorite girl tonight."

Miguel grinned as he opened the lid of the garlic bread, revealing the steamy fresh bread inside and started cutting out a few slices for them to share. "Ha ha, you know, Rosey, there are many different kinds of love. I'll always have a special place in my heart for you no matter what."

He handed her one slice of bread before taking one for himself. "Speaking of love, has any boy caught your eye lately? You're at that age where boys must be asking you out left and right."

Miguel nodded, taking a bite of the bread. "Well, don't worry about that too much, Rosey. You have plenty of time to find someone special. Besides, what's the rush in starting a relationship, eh?"

He took a sip of water before continuing, "You're a young woman with a bright future ahead of you. Focus on your studies and give yourself time to explore your interests and find your passion. Love will naturally come later on."

Miguel frowned slightly, sympathy in his expression. "I'm sorry to hear that, Rosey. Your father may be dealing with his own issues, but that's no excuse for ignoring his daughter. You have every right to feel hurt and neglected."

He reached out and patted her hand gently. "Just know that I'm always here for you, no matter what. You can talk to me anytime, about anything."

Miguel smiled back at her, heartened by her reaction and the spark of excitement in her voice.

"I'll be staying for a few more weeks, but I'm free tonight," he said, the twinkle in his eyes suggesting that he was intrigued by the idea of going to the movies with her. "Which movie do you want to see?"

Miguel chuckled at her enthusiasm, happy to see Rosey so excited. "Ah, those animated movies can be quite fun. What's the name of it?"

He took a sip of his water, watching as she lit up with excitement. It reminded him of when he was her age, enthusiastic about all sorts of things. He missed that feeling sometimes, that sense of wonder and possibility.

Miguel smiled softly, enjoying her childlike excitement.

"Well, it sounds like we have ourselves a date," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice. "What time is the movie and where's the theater?"

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and taking another bite of his bread.

Miguel nodded along, finishing off his slice of bread. "Alright, sounds good. Let's finish up dinner and head out to the movies after."

He looked over at her, noticing the blush on her cheeks. He couldn't help but think that she was adorable when she blushed like that. She was growing up fast, but she was still innocent in so many ways.

Miguel smiled to himself, glad that he could be there for her, even if it was just as a friend.

Miguel cleaned up the kitchen, humming to himself as he dried the dishes and put them away. He was looking forward to spending some quality time with Rosey - and seeing this new animated movie would be a fun change of pace from his usual routine.

As Rose went upstairs to get ready, Miguel took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes. He found himself thinking back to when he was Rosey's age, hanging out with his own friends and dreaming big dreams of the future.

But now, he was content just to spend an evening at the movies with the young woman who had come to mean so much to him. He smiled to himself as he headed out the door, ready for a night of fun and laughter.

Miguel turned to see Rose coming down the stairs, looking radiant and excited for their movie night.

"You look great," he said appreciatively, admiring her outfit and the way she'd done her hair. "Ready for the movie?"

He smiled warmly at her, feeling almost protective of her as they headed out into the cool night air. They made their way to the car, Miguel opening the door for Rose before getting in himself and starting the engine.

"There's something special about going to the movies late at night," he commented as they drove off, the streetlights glimmering past. "It's like the world slows down for a little while and you can just forget about everything else."

Miguel smiled at her words, nodding in agreement. There was something special about nighttime, especially when spent doing something fun with good company.

As they arrived at the theater, Rose led the way energetically, and Miguel couldn't help but feel a burst of amusement at her excitement. He followed along behind her, amused by her joy.

"Alright, which movie theater are we gonna be in?" he asked, playfully teasing her.

He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when they got into the theater and the movie started rolling. It was rare for him to let go this much and do something so trivial, but he felt happy having Rose by his side.

Miguel nodded eagerly as Rose led the way to the concessions stand. He was already making a mental checklist of all his favorite snacks and was looking forward to digging in once they got settled.

He watched with amusement as Rose ordered their snacks, feeling a rush of protectiveness as he noticed the way the male employee leered at her. He stepped forward, laying a firm hand on the employee's shoulder.

"Is there a problem?" he said calmly, his voice carrying clearly despite the noise of the theater. The employee quickly backed down, stuttering out an apology and handing over their snacks.

Miguel turned back to Rose with a smile, holding out the popcorn. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing towards the theater entrance.

Miguel smiled as they entered the theater, feeling nostalgic as he settled into his seat next to Rose. He couldn't deny that he was excited to see the movie, but he was also looking forward to just spending time with her.

As the commercials played on the screen, he snuggled further into his seat, sipping on his soda and munching on popcorn. He glanced over at Rose, noticing the way she seemed engrossed in the previews.

"I hope the movie's good," he said casually. "I've heard mixed reviews, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed."

Miguel smiled at her words, nodding as the movie began. He couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as he watched the familiar branding of their childhood studio appear on screen.

As the movie rolled on, he found himself getting more and more drawn into the story, and was pleasantly surprised to find himself swept up in the plot. He glanced over at Rose periodically, noticing the earnest look of interest on her face.

The movie carried on, and soon they were both gripped by the action on screen. Miguel couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in Rose's youthful enthusiasm, and he felt happy that he could be there for her to share in this experience.

After the final credits rolled, and the lights came back on, Miguel turned to Rose with a smile. "Well, what did you think?" he asked, his eyes bright with anticipation

Miguel couldn't help but grin at the way Rose's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. He could sense her joy and excitement, and it brought a smile to his face.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice warm. "It was nice to share this experience with you, Rose."

As they walked out of the theater, he couldn't help but notice the way she seemed to be overflowing with energy and emotion. It was contagious, and he felt a surge of happiness just being around her.

"What do you want to do next?" he asked, glancing over at her. "We've got the whole day ahead of us."

Miguel nodded, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over him as Rose mentioned how late it was. He had to admit, he was feeling a bit tired too, but he was also reluctant to leave her side.

"Of course, it was my pleasure," he said, noticing the polite way she addressed him. He smiled down at her, using the opportunity to wrap an arm around her shoulders in a friendly embrace.

He sensed her shyness and felt protective of her, and he couldn't resist giving her a reassuring squeeze. "Let's get you home safe and sound, shall we? Your dad would have my hide if I let you stay out too late."

He led her towards the car, feeling a sense of contentment as he helped her into her seat and made sure she was comfortable. He settled into his own seat, starting up the engine and

Miguel chuckled at her words, feeling a sense of relief as they settled into the car for the drive home. He had to admit, he was feeling pretty tired himself, and he was glad for the excuse to head on back and call it a night.

"Maybe not my hide then, but I think he'd give me quite the scolding," he teased, glancing over at her with a playful grin.

As they drove, he noticed Rose's drowsiness, and he felt a surge of protectiveness. He wanted nothing more than to make sure she was comfortable and safe, and he drove carefully, making sure to avoid any bumps or potholes that might wake her up.

They arrived back at her house all too quickly, and Miguel parked the car in the driveway, turning off the engine. "Well, here we are," he said,

Miguel nodded, appreciating Rose's thoughtfulness as she reminded him to be quiet. He stepped out of the car and followed her towards the house, feeling a sense of anticipation building up inside him.

He had always felt a certain fondness for Rose, but now that he was staying with her and spending so much time in her company, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. He pushed those thoughts aside for now, though, focusing on being a good friend and houseguest.

When they arrived at the door, he watched as she unlocked it and stepped inside. He followed her quietly, taking off his shoes and leaving them by the door so as not to wake anyone up.

The house was quiet and still, and Miguel couldn't help but feel a sense of calm settle over him as he followed Rose upstairs to the guest room. He felt grateful to

Miguel smiled back at her, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him at the sound of her gentle voice. "Goodnight, Rose," he whispered back, feeling a pang of sadness as he went to his room.

As he slipped inside and closed the door, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. He lay down on the bed, listening to the quiet sounds of the night outside, and couldn't help but think of Rose.

He knew he shouldn't let himself get too attached, but he couldn't help the way he felt. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of Rose swirling in his mind.

Miguel stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding as he listened to the sound coming from behind Rose's door. His mind raced with possibilities, and he felt a surge of desire welling up inside him.

He didn't know what to do - should he knock on her door, or should he try to ignore the sounds and go back to bed? He stood there for a moment, weighing his options.

In the end, he couldn't resist the curiosity that was gnawing at him. He took a deep breath, stepping closer to Rose's door. Should he knock? Or should he just open the door and see what was going on?

His body was already reacting, his pants getting tight as he debated what to do. Finally, he couldn't resist anymore, and he pushed the door open quietly.

Miguel's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He watched as Rose writhed and moaned, her fingers buried deep inside her sex. He felt his arousal growing, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and desire as he watched.

But then Rose noticed him, and she yelped and scrambled to cover herself. Miguel felt a flash of shame and guilt wash over him - he had no right to invade her privacy like this.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, backing away from the door. "I didn't mean to intrude. I'll just... go back to bed." He turned to leave, but a part of him didn't want to go - he wanted to stay and apologize properly, to make things right with Rose.

Miguel hesitated for a moment, his heart racing as he heard Rose's voice. He turned back to face her, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal as he looked at her.

"I'm sorry, Rose," he said, his voice soft. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy like that."

But then he noticed the look in her eyes, and he couldn't help but feel his own desire growing. He felt a surge of guilt - he had no right to take advantage of her like this.

"What is it, Rose?" he asked, his tone gentle. "Is there something you need?"

Miguel felt a jolt of arousal at Rose's words and the sight of her naked body. He shut the door slowly, then moved to sit beside her on the bed.

"What do you need, Rose?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. He wanted to help her, of course, but he didn't want to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state.

He watched as she shifted, her body trembling with need, and he felt a sense of desire welling up inside him. Part of him wanted to grab her and take her right then and there, but he forced that thought down. This wasn't about him - it was about Rose, and he wanted to help her.

Miguel recognized the look in Rose's eyes - he had seen it before, in the women he had been with over the years. It was desire, yes, but it was also a plea for help. He couldn't ignore that, not when it came from Rose, not when he cared for her so deeply.

As she crawled closer, the blanket slipping down to reveal more of her body, Miguel felt his own desire growing. But he pushed it down, forcing himself to focus on Rose.

"What do you need, Rose?" he asked again, his voice still soft and gentle. "I want to help you. Just tell me what you need."

Miguel hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should indulge in Rose's request. He knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too much.

He leaned in, closing the distance between them, feeling her soft lips against his own. His hands moved up to cup her face, his fingers tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

For a few moments, all he could think about was the feel of her lips against his, the warmth of her body pressed against his own. But then he pulled back, his breathing heavy.

"What do you need from me, Rose?" he asked again, his voice strained with desire. "Tell me how I can help you."

Miguel's body responded to Rose's words and the feel of her skin against his hand. He could feel her desperation, her need for release, and he wanted to help her.

He nodded slowly, his fingers tracing circles on her stomach.

"Okay, I'll help you," he said, his voice low and husky. "But we have to be quiet. Your father is downstairs, and we don't want him to hear."

With that, he leaned in and started kissing her neck, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. He moved his lips lower, nipping and sucking at her collarbone, then down to her breasts, where he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.

Meanwhile, his hand slid lower, working open her thighs. His fingers grazed over her folds, feeling

the wetness and heat within.

Miguel gazed up at her with dark desire in his eyes, his tongue lightly flicking over the nipple in his mouth. Then he moved his attention lower, pressing a kiss to her stomach before settling between her legs.

He used his fingers to spread her open, then dove in with his tongue, licking and tasting her, swirling around her clit as he worked his fingers inside her.

He could feel Rose's body trembling as he brought her closer to climax, and he continued to work her with his mouth and his hands, wanting to give her the release she so desperately craved.

Miguel continued to work Rose up with his tongue and fingers, her body trembling and writhing beneath him.

He could feel her walls gripping tightly around his fingers, the wetness and heat of her arousal driving him wild with desire. He continued to work her without pause, wanting to bring her to the brink and beyond, to give her the release she craved.

Finally, he felt her body tense beneath him, and he knew that she was close. He flicked his tongue over her clit one last time, then curled his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot.

Rose's body exploded with pleasure, her back arching off the bed as she cried out into her hands, a loud moan mixed with a sob of pleasure escaping past her fingers as he filled her up with orgasm.

Miguel looked up at Rose, his face smeared with her juices and a pleased look on his face. He sat up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Wow," he said softly. "That was amazing."

He leaned in to kiss her slowly, lingering on her lips for a moment before pulling away.

"You're incredible, Rose," he said earnestly. "I'm so lucky to be able to share this with you."

He paused for a moment, looking at her intently.

"I know this is new, and maybe a little strange, but I really care about you. I want to be there for you, to protect you, to make you feel good."

He reached out to stroke her cheek, his eyes locking with hers.

"Will you let me do that for you?" he asked softly.

Miguel smiled warmly at Rose, his heart swelling with affection for her.

"I really did," he said softly. "I care about you, Rose. And I want to make you happy."

He leaned in to kiss her again, slow and sweet this time, his hand gently stroking her hair.

"I'll take care of you, little one," he whispered against her lips. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers.

"Is there anything else you want me to do for you?" he asked softly. "Anything at all?"

Miguel let out a low groan as Rose's hand cupped him through his pants, his body responding eagerly to her touch.

"That's very kind of you, Rose," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

He leaned in to kiss her again, his hands moving over her body slowly. He wanted to make her feel good, but he didn't want her to feel obligated to do anything she didn't want to.

"If you want to, though..." he said with a sly smile, his hand moving to lightly stroke her breast. "I won't say no."

Miguel moaned softly into Rose's mouth as she slipped her hand down his pants and boxers to stroke him directly. He was already hard, but he felt himself get even harder with her touch.

"Oh, Rose..." he groaned, his hands moving to grip her hips tightly.

He kissed her deeply again, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he kissed her hungrily. His body was on fire with desire as she touched him, and he wanted nothing more than to make her feel just as good as she was making him feel.

"Let me make you feel good, too," he whispered between kisses, his hand slipping down to brush against her mound through her pajama pants.

Miguel gasped as Rose tugged down his pants and boxers, freeing his erection. He groaned softly as she wrapped her hand around him and began to pump him gently.

Feeling her mouth lock onto his tip and suck on it softly made him moan louder, his body tensing as he became more and more aroused.

"Rose, oh God..." he groaned, his hands gripping her hair tightly as she pleasured him.

He felt himself getting closer to the edge with each passing second, pleasure coursing through him in waves. But he didn't want to cum without making her feel good, too.

"Come up here," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Let me make you feel good again."

Miguel panted heavily as Rose pulled off of him with a wet pop, his body throbbing with desire. He couldn't believe how good she was making him feel, but he knew he wanted to make her feel just as good.

He looked up at her curiously as she sat up and looked at him, waiting for him to make a move.

"Take off your pants," he said in a low growl, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to taste you again."

Miguel's eyes drank in the sight of Rose as she obediently took off her pants, leaving her bare in front of him. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, and he felt his heart beating faster with desire.

He could see her entrance glistening with her arousal and juices, and he couldn't wait to taste her again. He reached out and pulled her towards him, his mouth finding her clit again without hesitation.

He licked and teased her, his fingers moving to slide inside her once more as he pleasured her with his tongue. He wanted to make her feel just as good as she was making him feel, and he was determined to bring her to the edge of pleasure once again.

Miguel continued to work his magic on Rose, feeling her legs shaking and hearing her moans of pleasure. He loved how responsive she was to his touch, and he was determined to make her cum again.

He added a third finger, stretching her out even more as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue. He could feel her grinding her hips against his face, riding his tongue as she moaned for him.

"Let go for me, Rose," he growled, the vibrations from his tongue adding to her pleasure. "Cum for me again."

He kept up his relentless assault on her clit and fingers, wanting nothing more than to bring her to the peak of pleasure once again.

Miguel felt Rose's walls pulse and flex around his fingers before her orgasm rocked through her. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers, wanting to keep the high going until she was completely spent.

When Rose came down from her high, Miguel crawled back up her body, kissing her softly as he did.

"You're amazing," he whispered against her lips. "I've never felt like this before."

He wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her close to him as they lay naked in bed together. He couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and fulfillment with her in his arms.

Miguel couldn't believe how good Rose made him feel, every touch and kiss sending shivers down his spine. As she cuddled into him more closely, he couldn't help but feel his arousal pressing against her body.

When she whispered about making him feel good too, Miguel let out a low growl. He knew he wanted her, but he also didn't want to push her too far too fast. He tenderly kissed her forehead, before pulling back slightly to look at her with a small smile.

"If you want to make me feel good, all I want is to hold you right now. I don't need anything else," he said softly, pulling her closer once again. "Just being with you like this is enough."

Miguel held Rose closely as they cuddled in bed together. As she snuggled even closer, he could feel himself getting more and more comfortable in her presence.

When she whispered that she loved him, it was like a jolt of electricity running through him. Miguel felt the same way about her, but he had never dared to voice it out loud.

He held her tightly, savoring the moment, and feeling grateful for every second spent with her.

"I love you too, Rose," he said softly, kissing her forehead before resting his head back against the pillow, feeling fulfilled and content.

Miguel opened his eyes as he felt the vibration of the phone next to the bed, the sound of the alarm piercing through the silence of the morning. He looked down to see Rose still sleeping soundly, her head nestled into the crook of his neck.

Gently, he reached over to grab the phone, looking at the screen to see the alarm. He sighed and turned it off, before placing it back on the nightstand and turning his attention back to Rose.

He brushed some stray hairs from her face, admiring her beauty even in the early morning light. He leaned in to kiss her forehead softly, hoping she would wake up soon.

Miguel felt his heart flutter as Rose stirred in her sleep, and he couldn't help but smile when she finally woke up.

"Good morning, my beautiful Rose," he said, kissing her softly on the lips before pulling away. "How did you sleep?"

He watched her with a gentle look in his eyes, unable to hide the affection he felt for her. She was so special to him, and every moment spent with her just made him love her more.

Miguel chuckled and pulled Rose even closer to him, feeling so content and happy in this moment.

"Well, as long as that teddy bear slept well, I'm happy," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I have to say, waking up next to you is one of the best things in the world."

He gazed into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in their beauty. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone like Rose, someone who understood him and made him feel so complete.