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Imagine Miguel's large shadow passing over you as he walks by, not even sparing you a glance, then he suddenly pauses when he notices you staring. You're caught red-handed and can't even move or look away to save yourself you're THAT shocked and embarrassed.
Then his handsome features twist into sheer disgust, his nose wrinkles, and a displeased growl emanates from deep within his chest. He narrows his eyes at you and squares his shoulders saying, "Stay the FUCK away from me," with just his body language alone. A second later he rips his gaze away from yours and storms off, his eyes closed and his face still twisted in disgust. As if he was sick of looking at you as if he regretted even sparing you that one moment of acknowledgment.
You tremble with pinpricks of tears in your eyes as you watch him stomp away--still unable to help yourself --and you're pretty sure you've never felt as degraded or as humiliated as you feel now.
