here is the final part of miles' birthday! i love this chapter. ohh and there's some smut! I hope you enjoy! quick refresher: emma is recreating the birthdays that miles missed as a kid. here is the final birthday (22)
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SMUT WARNING CHAPTER!!
For the last outfit, since it was Canada day, I decided to wear a red crop top with black high-waisted jeans. I put some makeup on. For shoes, I went with flip-flops. I tried my best to look like myself so that Miles knew that all the role-playing was over.
When I exited the bathroom, I said, "Hi," which isn't something out of the ordinary for me to say.
"Hi," Miles said. Unsure what to do. "Who are you now?" He asked.
"What?" I asked pretending not to know what he was talking about.
"So you're Emma?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said, sarcastically.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked.
"Why would you ask?" I asked him with a sneer playing on my lips.
He smirked, and then pulled me by my waist closer to him. He put his hand through my hair, and then on my neck. He moved my head closer to his. He put our foreheads together for a second, he looked at me so intensely. When he kissed me, it felt like a relief, it felt like something I craved for so long. I pulled him closer to me.
"You know how hard it was not to pull you close to me and kiss you?" He asked me.
"I don't understand," I said. "You could have kissed me the whole day," I said smiling toothily.
"Shut up, Emma," he answered playfully kissing me again.
"Okay, now let's go," I urged untangling myself from him. I wanted to kiss him more though. I just couldn't get enough.
"Now where are we going?" He asked. "You've done more than enough, Emma," he said.
"There are still a few tricks up my sleeve," I answered.
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"Let's take the stairs," I said grabbing into his hand. He didn't move an inch and pulled me back towards him.
"No," he said. "It's my birthday, so I get to decide whether we take the stairs or not," he stubbornly added.
"Fine," I pouted. He pettily smirked and pressed the elevator button.
"You'll end up liking the elevator more eventually." He said holding into my hand.
"No, I won't," I said. "It's a death box. It could kill you. What if one of the string things snap? Then what?" I asked. I repeated what I said before about the elevators because it was the only argument I had.
"You die," he said almost sounding sarcastic.
"Exactly," I said. "And plus, it's better for your health to take the stairs."
"Wow, way to hate on the elevator," Miles answered jokily.
The elevator doors opened, and we both walked in. "I hate this place," I grumbled.
He went behind me and held onto my waist carefully. "It's not that bad," he murmured in my ear. "At least try to relax. You're so tense," he said.
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