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until we dock

miles x black fem reader | cruise au

wc: 3.3k

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you didn't remember closing your eyes , whatever material that giant cruise lounge bean bag was made of, it has to been laced with melatonin.

the rest of the group had gradually dispersed—some heading back to the pool, others raiding the ship's soft-serve machine.but miles hadn't moved an inch.

sitting in the chair next to you, he kept watch like a self-appointed bodyguard, his eyes never straying far from your face. this was the first time he'd seen you completely vulnerable, stripped of your usual flustered blushes and quick-witted comebacks. you looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm as you let sleep take you a stray french curl grazed your cheek.

slowly, deliberately, he abandoned his chair and sank onto the edge of the massive bean bag himself. the material shifted quietly under his weight, but you didn't stir; his heart hammered against his ribs desperately wanting to pull you against his chest, but he held back. Instead, he settled for something gentler. with agonizing slowness, miles reached out, his long fingers carefully gathering your braids from your neck and back. noticed some pieces started to frizz under the friction of lying on the suede material. a soft, ridiculous smile tugged at his lips. taking three sections and beginning to weave them into an incredibly messy and clumsy braid. trying his absolute best to make sure your hair wouldn't get tangled while you slept.

when a low, groggy murmur escaped your lips, miles immediately froze, his thumbs still holding the end of the braid.

your eyes blinked once, the bright lounge lights making you wince; your brain was fried. where am i? who am i ?

"morning" a low, amused voice rumbled right next to your ear. you blinked once more , your vision cleaning to find miles sitting right over you. fond expression that he probably didn't know he was making. : did you hibernate well?"

"mmm.." you hummed attempting to get the sleepiness out of your vocal cords as you pushed yourself upright. completely unaware of the braid cascading down your right shoulder. " i need to use the bathroom.' you announced sleepily.

"go ahead, " miles chuckled his eyes dancing with mischief and underlying piride. " check the mirror while you're in there."

confused, you stumbled into the lounge bathroom. expecting to be met with a marker mustache or a poorly drawn male genitalia... the second you looked in the glass, you gasped mentally. right there was a very lopsided, hilariously loose braid holding your hair together. it looked a little ridiculous, but the messy look was kinda cute on you, or maybe because he did that, a massive, uncontrollable smile broke across your face.

you walked back out. pointing an accusing but grateful finger at him. "you touched my hair."

"yeah." he shrugged, acting like he wasn't beaming right now he plopped down on the bean bag, right where you just were , feeling the warmth you left over. "you gonna take it out or..?" he questioned, looking over at you, his eyes wide and puppy-like.

"mmm..no ill keep it." you said carelessly " i appreciate your hard work." you cooed jokingly.

"tuh- you better. lucky i didn't charge." he commented slickly. "charge me for a service i didn't ask for?" you countered.

he waved his hand at you dismissively "that's not the point."

you tilted your head at him before making your way onto the ban bag again. "you stole my spot." you sighed as you looked over at him, he was very relaxed. "its yours?" he asked, feigning innocence, looking up at you with a soft smirk fighting to reveal itself.

your lips pursed and eyes squinted in fake annoyance. "yes. yes it is."

"so take it , cmon." he teased boldly , patting his hand on his chest like you were some cat he was waiting to pet.

you scoffed, reaching to smack the side of his head, but he caught it just as quickly as you thought to hit him. with that very hand, he tugged you forward, pulling a yelp out of you and a giggle out of him as his chest met with yours.

as you guys started walking through the carpeted hallway to meet up with the others at the food court, the silence between you felt heavy— charged with everything that had happened in the closet and on that bean bag. miles shoved his hands into his shorts pockets, clearing his throat awkwardly. he was so nervous.

"soo , uh .." miles tarted , his eyes darting around the hallway before just landing on you. "about—like—earlier, in the room and, the other day... i just wanted to clear things up? I mean, i don't want to make things weird—i want to take things slow, but i also really like you i think—"

'you think?" you asked

"ah—no—omg. i know i like you i just don't want you to think i'm just messing around—" he was rambling, tripping over his words in the sweetest way possible his cheeks painted a crimson red under his brown flesh.

you chuckled shaking your head in amusement. "miles, its fine , we'll talk about it later okay? when you've collected your thoughts."

the subtle promise in your voice left him completely dazed, a hopeful smirk spreading across his face as you pushed open the food court doors " right, okay." he said with a relieved sigh.

"finally!" naomi declared, adjusting her sunglasses. but before she could even ask her fifty rehearsed questions after seeing you two come out of the closet together, her eyes shifted to the side of your head. she blinked, squinting. "wait...since when did you learn how to braid? who taught you? thats cuteee."

you froze your hand instantly flying to touch your hair. sure enough your fingers brushed against the messy braid " i..don't?" your eyes widening as your brain reminding you that you in fact, didn't braid your hair and that it was miles and you completely forgot to undo it. "oh my god." naomi whispered , leaning across the table. "okay that's no important." she shook off before sitting directly next to you " what was going on in that closet???"

"okay so-.." you began, debating if you still wanted to keep this little secret just between you and miles or finally have someone to talk to about this. "we kissed." you blurted in a whisper.

"no way." naomi said surprised, not really- she's been shipping you two but she wasn't sure something was gonna actually happen...

"are you guys like... what? a thing or just fooling around?" she whispered excitedly

"i dont know!" you whispered back in a giggle. "we didn't have that conversation yet."

your millionth virgin pina colada's were forgot on the picnic tables as you two debriefed like never before , soon enough it was breaching 7pm

"guys i am BORED." samira exclaimed to the group.

"we should do that yoga thingy , it's in 30 minutes," naomi suggested.

"oh nowww you want to do it" mateo rolled his eyes playfully.

"i'm just saying, we could go not that we absolutely have to go." naomi countered.

miles head swooshed from side to side ti whoever was talking until his eyes landed on you. " do you wanna go?" he asked to you and only you.

"uhmmm, sounds cool." you said simply.

"cool?" he repeated. "alright. lets go." he said raising his voice before tugging your hand towards the elevators.

the cruise staff instructors was at the front of the sand, speaking in a clam , soothing voice about aligning your chakras, but two rows back miles' chakras were in absolutely shambles

he has manuved his bright blue yoga mat so it was right next to yours, practically overlapping edges. mateo , samira , and naomi were feet away . mateo already complaining loudly about his tight hamstrings making everyone else erupt in kind laughter, giving miles just enough cover to talk without the whole ship hearing.

"alright everyone." the instructor chimed over the portable speaker. "lets start in a simple seated twist. right hand on your left knee, inhale deeply, and twist your torso."

you followed instructions, twisting away from miles. the second you did , you felt a poke against your shoulder.

"pssst! hey." miles whispered intensely, twisting his own body so he was facing toward the back of your head. "hey. are you ignoring me?"

"miles. im trying to align my spine," you hissed back , attempting to keep a straight face while naomi threw you a hilarious 'is he serious?' look for her mat.

"my spine is fine,okay? what's not fine is my heart rate." miles muttered, leaning his upper body as close to your mat as humanly possible without tipping over. his voice dropped to that lower, raspy register that always made your chest feel funny. " i'm literally bursting over here! i can't do forty-five minutes of breathing exercises and yoga when i haven't finished what i was saying to you."

the instructor called out for a transition into a low lunge. as you both stepped one foot toward the sand, miles wobbly matched your pose,his hand shaking slightly—not from the stretch but from pure nerves.

"look," miles began, his eyes locked onto yours, completely abandoning any attempt at looking at the instructor. the cocky, teasing grin was gone, replaced by a raw, earnest look that made your breath hitch. " i don't just want to keep having these... random, insane moments in closets or in pools late at night and then pretend like my brain isn't fried for the rest of the day. I want to actually be a thing. with you. like, officially."

your foot slipped a little in the loose sand, your heart doing a wild backflip " miles—"

"im serious!" he whispered urgently, holding his lunge like a champ, though his leg was definitely starting to wobble. "and I know I can be annoying, and I know I ramble, but I'm trying to be good at this, okay? I want to know what you like—or don't like so i can— not do those things and you like me."

he paused, a sudden, bright blush spreading from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears as he lowered his voice even further, leaning over his knee toward you.

"like... the kissing," he stammered, his eyes dropping shamelessly to your lips for a second before flicking back to your eyes. "was that... okay? do you like when I take initiative like that, or do you want me to ask first? because I swear I will ask every single time if that makes you comfortable, or I'll wait for you to pull me in, or—"

"now, transition slowly into downward facing dog," the instructor's peaceful voice cut through the air.

you instantly flipped over into the pose, putting your head between your arms to hide the absolute nuclear explosion of a blush on your face.

Miles, refusing to let it go, popped up into his own downward dog right beside you. you peeked sideways under your arm, only to find miles staring right back at you upside down, looking ridiculous but utterly determined.

"I'm serious, y/n " his upside-down face murmured, his voice strained from holding his weight on his hands. "I'm crazy about you. and I want to get it right. so... are we a thing or am I just doing beach yoga for my health?"

a breathless, helpless laugh bubbled up out of your chest. even upside down, with sand sticking to his knees and his hair falling everywhere, he was the sweetest, most infuriating guy you'd ever met.

"we're a thing, you idiot," you whispered back, holding his gaze.

the way his upside-down face instantly lit up with pure, unadulterated joy made every butterfly in your stomach go wild. He tried to celebrate by doing a quick fist-pump, immediately lost his balance, and face-planted directly into the sand getting a gasp from people nearby.

"i'm good!" miles choked out instantly, pushing himself up covered in sand, a massive, dazed grin plastered across his face. "totally meant to do that!"

after miles aggressively brushed the sand off his face and sat back up, the instructor’s soothing voice drifted over the speaker again.

"great energy, everyone! for our final series, we are going to explore some restorative balance work. you can do these individually, or if you have someone next to you, feel free to turn this into a partner pose to help stabilize each other."

miles didn't even let the instructor finish the sentence. the second the word partner left her mouth, he practically threw himself off his mat, sliding over until he was sitting right in front of you on yours. "well hey."

"you didn't even ask if i wanted a partner," you teased, trying to fight the smile tugging at your own lips.

"It’s literally in the job description. I have to protect you from falling into the sand." he explained.

"yeah because you're great at that" you joked.

across the way, mateo let out a loud, theatrical groan. "bro, are you serious? we're supposed to be finding inner peace!"

"my inner peace is right here, mateo, mind your business!" miles called back shamelessly, not taking his eyes off you for a single second. naomi gave you a subtle thumbs-up behind his back , looking like a proud mom.

"alright, partners," the instructor directed, blissfully unaware of the teenage drama two rows back. "sit face-to-face, bring the soles of your feet together, and reach forward to grab each other's wrists to gently pull into a seated forward fold."

you both moved into the pose, your bare feet pressing against his. When Miles reached out, he didn't just grab your wrists—he slid his long fingers down into your palms, lacing his fingers through yours instead.

"miles," you whispered, your face burning as he gently pulled you forward. "She said wrists."

"I like this better," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, sweet tone that completely undone you. he leaned in closer as you both folded forward, his face just inches from yours, his gaze dropping shamelessly to your lips. "besides, I'm just making sure you don't slip. very serious safety precaution." he corrected instantly, leaning in just a fraction of an inch closer, his eyes dancing with pure, unfiltered affection. "so... since we're officially a thing... am i allowed to kiss you again as soon as this class ends, or do I have to submit a formal application?"

you bit your lip, tilting your head at him. "depends. are you going to face-plant in the sand again?"

"will that get me a pity kiss?"

the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink by the time the beach yoga class finally wrapped up.

you were brushing sand off your legs when your phone buzzed in your hand.

dad: hey kiddo! were heading ti this restaurant for din-din in 20! come back to the suite to get ready! + dessert if we convince your mom...

you sighed, a tiny wave of disappointment hitting you. you loved your family and always looked forward to dinner with them, but you were having so much fun with everyone—especially now that things were official with miles.

"everything okay?" Miles asked, immediately picking up on your shift in mood as he slung his towel over his shoulder.

"yeah," you said softly, looking up at him. "my dad just texted. I have to go back to my suite so we can go out to dinner." miles’s face instantly dropped into the most dramatic, adorable sad-puppy pout you’d ever seen. "already? But we just became a thing."

then, a sudden realization seemed to hit him. the hesitant, secretive guy from yesterday was officially gone. he didn't have to hide how crazy he was about you anymore.

without warning, miles stepped right into your space, cupped the side of your face, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss right against your cheek.

behind you, the entire group erupted.

mateo let out a loud, obnoxious wolf-whistle, while naomi started clapping like a madwoman. a few of the other girls in the group, who hadn't known what went down in the storage closet earlier, gasped in shock before bursting into excited squeals.

"OKAY, OFFICIAL!" one of the girls cheered.

"look at Romeo over here!" mateo hollered, tossing a wadded-up towel at miles’s head, which miles caught dodged without taking his eyes off you.

miles just smirked, completely unbothered by the teasing. he reached down and slid his long fingers through yours, locking his hand securely into yours right in front of everyone.

"come on," he murmured softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm walking you back."

the walk to your cruise suite was pure bliss. miles was practically glowing, shamelessly holding your hand the entire way down the carpeted hallways he could skip if he didn't care about looking like a complete dork.

"so," miles started, swinging your joined hands gently between you two. "since we have to share you with your family tonight... can I take you out tomorrow? just the two of us? a proper date."

Your heart did a happy little flip. "a proper date?"

"yeah," Miles said, leaning in slightly as you walked. "we can grab dinner at that nice Italian spot on Deck 5, and then go down to the beach deck to watch the stars. no mateo, no yoga, just us."

"I would love that," you smiled, blushing up at him.

by the time you reached the double doors of your family's suite, miles still hadn't let go of your hand.

before you could swipe your keycard, the suite door swung open. your dad was standing right there, adjusting his watch, while your mom was inside grabbing her purse.

"hey, kiddo, perfect timing—" your dad started, before his eyes immediately dropped to your interlocked hands.

Miles didn't panic. Instead, he stood up straighter, flashed a warm, incredibly polite smile, and offered his free hand to your dad.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs ! I'm miles," he introduced himself smoothly, his voice confident and respectful. "I just wanted to make sure she made it back to the room safely before your family dinner."

your parents were completely caught off guard, but miles’s charm worked instantly. your dad shook his hand with an approving nod, and your mom practically beamed, immediately taking a liking to his polite, gentle demeanor.

"well, thank you, Miles! that’s very sweet of you," your mom said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"of course," miles smiled. then, completely lost in the high of the afternoon and forgetting for a brief, glorious second that your parents were standing two feet away, Miles turned to you.

He leaned in and pressed a sweet, tender kiss directly onto your lips. "I'll text you later, beautiful."

The second his lips left yours, reality crashed over him like an ice-cold wave.

miles froze, his eyes widening in pure horror as he remembered where he was. He slowly turned his head to look at your parents.

Your mom and dad were standing there completely speechless, their jaws practically on the floor.

"I—shit—I mean, sir, ma'am, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to—" ,miles stammered, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled a tomato as he backed away, completely tripping over his tongue. "i'll go now! have a great dinner!"

he turned on his heel and practically sprinted down the hallway, leaving you dying of laughter.

you looked over at your parents, expecting a lecture, but your mom just clasped her hands together with a huge, proud grin, while your dad let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. they weren't mad at all—if anything, they were thrilled to see you so happy, thriving, and living your best life on this trip

"well," your dad teased, opening the door wider. "he seems polite. now go get changed, sweetheart, before your boyfriend comes back!"

until we dock

miles x blackfem reader | cruise au

wc: 2.7k

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a/n hi hi guysss i rly liked writing this one , you can literally tell the exact moment i reach flow state on this chapter LMFAOOOO.

resource tags // @honeyluvsw

after a long morning of doing—well—absolutely nothing, the group decided to walk around the cruise to find something to do , or the next food place to stop by.

samira pointed toward a colorful sign propped beside one of the staircases.

" omg wait."

"what?"

"guys."

everyone looked over in almost perfect unison. a bright flyer fluttered in the breeze.

SUNSET TEEN YOGA upper sports deck 7:30pm all experience levels welcome.

silence , then naomi snorted “uh—I dunno”

miles immediately perked up “wait.” he started glancing at you reading your expression “i think I’d be good at yoga!”

mateo stared dully at his attempts to impress you an abused straw in-between his teeth “ alright bro.”

“I would though…like honestly.” he bragged

“you can’t touch your toes” amir challenged

“literally—yes i can.” miles confidently stood , bent over , got about halfway ..

“…”

“…”

“don’t speak.”

the afternoon sun had chased most people off the upper deck. after hours od laying out in the heat, and now walking around the cruise for the millionth time , everyone's stomach finally won.

amir clucthed his stomach "im literally starving." amir groaned in discomfort. usually this announcement would’ve even followed with a chuckle or two because amir is the type of person to fantasize about his next meal while eating one in that current moment. but became of the fact that it’s approaching multiple hours since breakfast his number was excusable.

the group wander toward of the the little restaurants tucked between the shopping promenade and the outdoor decks. it wasn’t really a restaurant—more like of those places you grab and go.

the smell hit almost instantly,

grilled chicken , fresh fries , and garlic butter

“okay—now I’m hungry.” samira admitted

“I thought you weren’t?”

“I lied.”

and just like that, everyone scattered

Mateo disappeared towards the burger station , naomi somehow found desert before she’d even picked and entrée and amir was already balancing two plates.

you lingered bear the end of the line, stuffing the menu longer than you probably needed to. nothing really sounded good.

miles noticed before you ever said anything. “you good?”

you looked at the menu one last time as if that was going to magically make more options appear. “yeah.”

he frowned softly and moved closer to you, the warmth of his body heat mixing with yours “you’ve been looking at the menu for awhile.”

“I’m just…not that hungry.”

his hand cupped yours and rubbed your knuckles in a gentle pace squeezing your hand once “well…you gotta eat somethin’” he suggested in a murmur.

“I’ll eat later” you dismissed giving him a squeeze back.

“hm.”

before you could ask what that meant he’d already stepped up to order

a few minutes later everyone met back at a table carrying trays overloaded with foods

amir somehow manages to get a burger, fries, mozzarella sticks the size of his hand and two cookies from a random bakery.

“Hoooo—lyyyy shit! ” mateo laughed looking at amir’s plate.

“whatttt?” feigning innocence stuffing his face in the burger.

“you could feed a family of four with that meal.”

“I’m on bulk” he slurred into his food.

“yeah sure bubba.” mateo chuckled out

you slid into the last open seat beside naomi and somehow miles shimmies his way next to you also , braces he always seems to find a way. his tray landed with a heavy clunk.

shrimp quesadillas, rice, chips, salsa and guacamole.

“good lord” you laughed

his eyes softened as he head you laughter and met you gaze mid-bite “what?”

“that’s a lot”

“I’m hungry” he said simply with a boyish giggle.

“no kidding”

cover stains immediate broke into six different directions and halfway through the conversation miles quietly slid one of the quesadilla sliced onto an extra plate

you blinked “who’s that for?”

he slouched down closer to your level with and began with a gentle whisper “who else would I be for? you, silly.”

“I said I’d eat later.” you whispered back.

he scoffed shaking his head before using his empty red tray on the table and propping it up horizontally blocking the view of them from everyone else. “I know what you said. eat, please?”

“its fine, that’s yours” you whispered back.

“please, I’m full.” he patted his stomach lightly “help me out?” he smiled brightly, and you won’t admit this out loud but his food looked really good and you were practically praying that the overhead speakers blocked out the sound of your stomach growling monstrously.

“okay fine.” you said quickly, and as you took a bite he smirked quickly peaking over the tray for clearance and kissed your cheek before placing it back on the table. “see? that wasn’t so hard was it?” he cooed softly

you snickered softly and rolled your eyes.

around the table nobody paid much attention anymore, except mateo , he definitely noticed.

he didn’t say anything he just smirked into his fries.

and miles looked entirely too pleased to watch you eat.

after everyone finished eating nobody seemed particularly interested in moving around, cruise chairs had a way of convincing people to stay exactly where they are.

you absentmindedly rested your elbows on the table

miles looked over, “so..”

“hm?”

“you remember the sign language I taught you?”

you brightened immediately facing him fully “a little bit”

he smiled “show me.”

you burst into a soft series of nervous giggles “like—now?”

“yeah.”

you laughed before slowly signing the letters he taught you

not perfect, but close enough.

his eyebrows lifted “okay okay” he said nodding in approval. “but you missed one.”

“no I didn’t..”

“mhm.” he hummed before straightening up and reaching for your hands “here.” his fingers gently wrapped around your hand.

“your thumb…” he folded it gently “goes here” his touch lingered only long enough to fix it

“nope.” he laughed “you moved it back”

“I didn’t mean to”

“I know.” he said softly, correcting you without making you feel stupid. he adjusted you finger again. “right there.”

you tried again your fingers stayed right where he placed them. “better?”

“much.”

“..you’re a very hands-on teacher.”

“well it requires a hands-on experience” he quipped.

you laughed softly and he smiled because he’d gotten your to laugh again.

mission accomplished.

from the other end of the table Mateo leaned toward amir , without booking away front the conversation across from them “look.”

miles didn’t hear them nor maybe he did , he just didn’t care.

you guys ended up crashing at the teen lounge area to hide away into the air conditioning.

and—let’s just say 4 quesadilla slices and and a nice cold water had you well satisfied

since not many people were here at this hour you found a nice comfy bean bag that had just happened to be near an outlet for you to charge your phone at. perfect. you plugged up your phone and went to get a blanket from the storage room.

a confident hand grabbed your arm and your nearly screamed at the top of your lungs. who knew miles was grade a at stealth.

he covered your mouth instinctively “woah-relax!” he hushed before releasing his hand with a giggle “geez woman.” he said closing the storage room behind him leaving you two in privacy.

“miles you scared me!” you said clutching your racing heart.

“sorry.” he said , not sounding sorry at all giving you a long once over his hands reaching for your torso, he had one goal and that was to definitely kiss you again.

“well—hello.” you spat out flustered

he leaned inna little closer before pulling away realizing the circle windows in the storage door and guided you inbetween the two storage shelves where you two were no longer visible from outside. he cupped the back of your neck with such delicacy you barely noticed he did it. “hi” he finally responded before kissing you softly, like he planned.

key word , planned.

the truth was that miles had been waiting for a moment to kiss you again. looking for any excuse, really. but it just seems like your guys don’t have any alone time, so he decided to take initiative. so finally after an oh so long 24 hours of finally reuniting his lips with yours his control unfortunately and fortunately slipped. the soft tentative rhythm of the kiss had pathetically vanished. miles stepped in closer, his frame entirely crowing yours until the cold metal of the storage shelf was pressing against your back, trapping you in the best way possible. the hand at the nape of your neck tightened his fingers tanging in your braids to angle your head up as the kiss deepened, turning urgent and breathless.

a low. quiet sound caught in the back of his throat, a tiny slops of frustrate that he’d had to wait this long. his free hand slid down from your torso to grip your waist, his thumb anchoring firmly against suit exposed hips to pull you completely against him. every thought of your phone , the outlet—hell—even where you were at right now completely evaporated. there was only the warmth of his hands , the sudden intoxicating rush of his chest rising and falling against yours, and the taste of him completely taking over.

when he finally paused for air his forehead dropping against yours both of you breathing eachother in in the poorly illuminated space between the shelves.

his smirk was gone replaced by a shy dazed look that other he was just as flustered as your were.

suddenly , miles blinked , reality seeming crashing back into him as he looked down at your flustered face and breathless expression . the dominant, confident guys who had just pinned you between two shelves banished in a fraction of a second. his hands abruptly flow off of your waist and neck coming up into a frantic , gesture as he took a hasty step back. “shit—I’m sorry.” he stammered his voice dropping an octave , completely trapped in his own tongue, His cheeks were burning a furious crimson under his tan skin. “I didn’t mean to just—force that on you. that night in the pool it was—I didn’t even ask if that was just a in the moment thing for your or if you regret it I just totally lost my head because you look so—and I’ve just been loosing it for I think…24 hours straight now—“

you couldn’t even form a syllable. your heart was drumming a dramatic rhythm against your ribs , your lips still tingling from the sheer intensity of him .

you were entirely speechless, staring up at him with wide dazed eyes , your face—not sure if he could notice—you hoped he didn’t, burning hot. miles tracked the blush on your chocolate skin spreading along your cheeks his rambling cutting off mid-sentence. the disgust of your looking so completely undone because of him did something to him. the nerve melter right back into that magnetic pull.

“you’re so beautiful. he muttered , almost like a prayer, completely helpless against it. He leaned right back in, his hands found your waist again, gentler, his time but no less desperate. he caught your lips in another kiss soft but deeply intense spilling guts into your mouth. “I swear I can’t think straight without you—“

SLAM.

the heavy storage room door swung open the hates light from the room cutting through the shadows of the shelves you both jumped about 10 feet in the air. miles instantly threw himself infront of you incase of some sort of threat. breathing like he’d just ran a marathon and the course was your lips.

“yo,anyone here?” mateos voice echoes casually through the room. he strolled past the first row of shelves holding a bag of chips, acting entirely clueless but the moment his eyes landed on miles’ disheveled hair, blown out pupils and the unmistakable sliver of your flip flop visible behind him, a slow massive smirk spreader across mateo’s face.

mateo obviously knew everything, since miles told him earlier today but he knew even before that. the way his eye lingered more moments than casual just within the first few moments of meeting you and favorited you almost immediately. but, he was sworn to secrecy to not say anything.

“oh-my bad,” Mateo said , easing his hands innocently, his eyes dancing with pure mischief as he looked right at miles. “didn’t mean to interrupt..whatever vital storage organizing you’re doing in the dark. must be hard work, you look kinda sweaty.”

miles glared at him as deadly as a puppy eyed boy could manage, though his ears were glowing red. “get out mateo-“

“going, going.” mateo chuckled, turning his heel right before he shut the door.

the heavy door clicked shut behind mateo, leaving the storage room in a sudden, painfully loud silence.

for a second, neither of you moved. the air was still thick either the remnants of that breathless tension, but the spell had officially been broken. miles let out a shaky embarrassed laugh, rubbing a hand thought his already messy hair, it stuck out in almost every direction.

“soo…” me muttered good voice still a little raspy. he looked down at you, “probably should…get out of this strange room before anyone else decides they need something.”

“yeah,” you managed to squeak out , finally finding your voice , though it sounds breathless to your own ears “good idea.”

after a few clumsy awkward seconds of trying to navigate the space without accidentally brushing against each other again—which only made your heart do another flip—you both grabbed your blankets that you were originally there for and made a break for the door .

you tried your absolute best to act casual as your world back out into the lounge heading straight for the comfy bean bags you’d claimed earlier. you plopped down onto it, immediately pulling the blanket up to your chin like a shield to hide the furious blush still burning on your face.

naturally naomi was sitting just a few feet away at a table with the group. the second you say down her eyes snapped to you she didn’t know anything yet, since you haven’t told her or literally anyone you guys kissed or were a thing altogether. to her you guys were like a crackship. she gave a long squinted look , her eyebrows raining into her hairline as if to say’ do I think that’s what just happened , happened?’ you violently worded your eyes back at her giving her a tiny microscopic shake of your head—a silent, desperate, ‘no! nothing to see here!’

naomi’s lips twists her into a suspicious mirk big she mercifully held her tounge until later , turning back to her phone while shooting you one last ‘we are talking about this later’ glare.

before you could even breathe a sigh of relief a shadow fell over your bean bag. you looked up to see miles dragging a chair over. “phone fully charged?” he asked leaning forward , his voice was dropped into a low quiet whisper meant strictly for you, since the rest of the group was chatting a few feet away. “getting there.” you whispered looking up at him. now that you were out in the light, you could see the absolute mischief in his eyes. the panicked boy from the closet was gone, replaced by a hyper-focused flirty version of miles that made your stomach do backflips.

“good” he murmured, a slow , knowing smiles tugging at the corner of his lips. he leaned his elbow on his knee propping his chin in his hand as he looked down at you. shamelessly staring at you in a way far more than platonic. His gaze deliberately from you eyes down to your lips lingering there for a heavy torturous second before flicking back up. “because you were gone a pretty long time just to get a blanket. I was starting to think you got lost.” your jaw practically dropped at his audacity. he was the one who trapped you and kissed you like he hadn’t in years. “I wonder whos fault that was,” you hissed under your breath, casting a quick glance at the group to make sure no one was listening. miles let out a silent, chest-shaking chuckle , his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned in just an inch close and kissed your cheek. “sorry.”