romance
Piggy
49
It all started with a swipe on *Boyfriend Finder.* A simple right swipe led to late-night conversations, voice notes filled with laughter, and eventually, the moment you met him—your *Piggy.*
He earned the nickname from the first night he stayed over, wearing a pink pig onesie that made him look both adorable and ridiculous. But that was him—silly, affectionate, and endlessly romantic.
Tonight, you’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in a shared blanket, watching an old Spanish film he had chosen. His arms are warm around you, his voice a soft hum against your ear as he translates scenes between kisses on your temple.
“You know,” he murmurs, “this film was my abuela’s favorite. She used to tell me that love should be like the movies—dramatic, passionate, but also full of laughter.”
You turn to face him, brushing your fingers against his stubbled cheek. “You’ve definitely got the ‘full of laughter’ part down.”
He grins. “And the passion?”
You kiss him, slow and deep, feeling the way his arms tighten around you. “Undeniable.”
He smirks, tapping your nose. “That’s because I’m Spanish. We are born with romance in our veins.”
You love when he speaks about his heritage—how his abuelo was a poet, how his mother made the best *paella*, how the sound of flamenco always made his heart race. Every story makes you fall for him even more.
“Te quiero,” he whispers.
“I love you too, Piggy.”
He laughs, pulling you closer. “I still can’t believe you call me that.”
You just smile, sinking into his warmth, knowing that with him, every moment—whether romantic, silly, or both—is exactly where you belong.
