“Then that’s all that matters. You don’t need to worry about if you fall out of love with it eventually. When it happens, you’ll know and you’ll find a way to move on,” I explain, my words not fully reaching the impact I was aiming for. “I don’t think you should worry until it happens. Take it from me.”
“Are we still talking about hockey, Wren?” He chuckles softly, his smile not completely reaching his eyes like the usually do.
“I don’t know anymore.”
We’re caught within another one of those silent moments where it feels like nothing else exists except the substances of our souls. They are the kind of moments where even in an overcrowded café, we’re able to see right through each other. Every time I’m with him, I feel like I’m laying another part of my bare to him and he accepts it with welcoming arms.
“You remind me so much of him.” Miles’ voice snaps me out of the daydream I almost fell into. He is concentrated on the mug in front of him, not braving to meet my eyes.
“Carter?”
“Yeah,” he says, looking up at me with a soft expression. "I think he would have really liked you.”
*
We finally make it back to Miles’ house after freezing our asses off in the cold. His house has become a second home for me. I have way too many clothes here and his bed has started to feel like my own. Waking up here, in his bed, doesn’t make me want to freak out and run for the hills. It makes me want to turn my head into his pillow, breathe in his scent, and scream with happiness. Everything here is starting to feel like home.Heis starting to feel like home.
“Can we order food? I’m still hungry,” I sigh, as I grip onto him like a koala while he plays on his PlayStation, his controller resting on my ass.
“You say this every time and then youneverchoose anything,” Miles groans. I push myself up on my forearms when he throws the controller onto the bed. I roll onto my back, and he immediately comes over me, trapping me in with both his arms at the side of my head.
“I know what I want,” I demand. He tilts his head to the side, an evil smirk playing on his lips. “I want to get Chinese but first…”
I drag out my sentence purposefully as I watch his dark green eyes focus in on my mouth. I drag my tongue across my bottom lip before slowly pulling into my mouth the way he likes it. He lets out a shaky exhale as his face inches dangerously close to mine. His hair almost falls into my face when his lips barley brushes mine as the air around us thickens. His hot breath hovers over me without completely crossing the remaining space between us.
“I want you,” I whisper. The three tiny words barely leave my mouth before his mouth is covering mine in a hectic rush.
On instinct, I reach for the back of his curly hair, pulling him deeper into me. I don’t know what comes over me whenever I’m around him but suddenly I’m so hungry. Insatiable. My vision starts to blur when his tongue coaxes my mouth open, and the warmth hits my throat. I whimper into his mouth as his weight drops onto me. He leans up off me as if he hurt me and quickly wraps his strong arms around my waist and flips us over until I’m straddling him. Miles bites on my lip gently as he pulls away, looking up at me with glossy eyes as he positions himself against the headboard. Both of his hands come around my face, searching me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Wren. Just… devastating,” he breathes, shaking his head in disbelief. My face instantly heats up and I smile into the next kiss, letting my mouth explore his for a second. He starts to pull at the first of my many layers and my sweater doesn’t budge.
“This is very unsexy, huh?” I pout, trying to pull my sweater over my head as well. It gets caught with my other one and Miles yanks on it until I’m free.
“Never.” He starts to pull off his own layers, his clothes getting tangled like mine. I laugh as I try and work his jumpers over his head. His wild hair falls free from the neck of his jumper, and he sighs deeply.
“Why does it have to take so long to get naked?!” I huff, rolling onto my back to work down my jeans and leggings.
“I’m sure a relationship guru somewhere would have a field day with this,” Miles laughs, sitting at the edge of the bed to undo himself of his layers. I look over at his red face and I don’t hide the ridiculous grin that’s spreading on my face.
“I guess we’re peeling back the layers of our relationship,” I beam when he’s in nothing other than his boxers. I climb over to him on the edge of the bed and sit in his lap. I hook my arms around his neck as his hands journey up and down my bare back.
“Your puns are worse than mine,” Miles chuckles, pressing a kiss in between my breasts. I snake my fingers into his hair when an involuntary moan leaves my mouth as he starts to make his way down my chest.
“Yeah, but you love me for it.”
I don’t let time stop when I say it. I don’t overthink every single syllable that just left my mouth. He doesn’t either. He just looks up at me, his mouth on my rib cage, his eyes set in mine.
“Yeah, I do.”
*
After exploring each other's bodies and eating our food, we shower together before slipping into bed in our underwear. Since we got back together, we’ve spent a lot of time in these moments. The ones where we just look at each other. Like,reallylook at each other. It would frighten me if I didn’t enjoy it so much. Just looking at him, enjoying him, knowing I have him.
His hands lie comfortably on my waist while I run my hands down his broad shoulders to his back, not saying anything, just completely lost within his comforting presence.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a perfect body?” he whispers out of the silence, and I start to laugh. He brings his face even closer to mine so I can look straight into his eyes.
“What?” He pushes my hair out of my face softly and lets out a laugh of his own.
