TROUBLE

eight

Waking up always seems like such a task especially when you all warm, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets, you just want to be stay and be consumed by the warmth, to avoid the cold outside of the bed.

I can infer I am not a morning person, and I strive to never be.

But this warmth is different, it's more comforting, safe even. This warmth tightens around my waist, and moves against my chest.

Wait... Hold up... Moves?

I slowly open my eyes and allow them to adjust to the dim sunlight peeking through the curtains, my mind starts waking up and I remember everything from last night.

Arguing with the family.

Walking out.

Seeing Miles.

Going home with Miles... oh shit.

I look up and see the peaceful face of Miles, his head is angled down towards my own, his stubble on his jaw lightly rubbing against my collarbone. His pouty lips turned into a small sleepy smile as his arms tighten around my waist. One of his hands is tightly wrapped around my torso, while the other is loosely laying over my waist- better yet just above my ass.

I have one of my arms around his torso and my other is around his neck. I let my hand move to messy hair, which is all over his forehead, covering his close eyes. I play with he ends of his hair and I feel Miles move close to my collarbone, leaning onto my touch. He sighs in content and I pull away to look at his face.

His eyes are now open and looking at my intensely.

"Good morning." I say, sleep still evident in my tone.

He smiles lightly and looks down at my chest, which is very close to his eyeline, "sure is, baby." I roll my eyes and move away from him, only for him to pull me closer, this time our legs tangle together. He takes my hand and guides it back to his hair. I look at him in his tired eyes, he is going to fall asleep again, he silently is begging me to play with his hair, I smirk and he he puts, giving me the sleepiest puppy dog eyes.

"Princess, don't make me ask you." He whines, cuddling closer to me. This is such a strange feeling, Miles Alexander, is cuddling, wanting me to play with hair, he was begging for affection. And I'm not gonna lie, I am loving this side of him.

"Ask me what Miles?" I urge, knowing my teasing is pissing him off.

"It's too early for your wittiness." I chuckle. "But don't think it would go unpunished."

"Alright kid, lay off. I get it." I roll my eyes and gulp. That definitely took a turn. "So what do you want me to do?" I laugh as he sighs.

"Play with me hair?" I smile contently. I lace my fingers through his hair and he smirks, closing his eyes again. Nestling his head back into my chest, a sleepy smile on his face. He tightens his hold on me.

I stay silent for a few moments letting myself to wake up more, trying not to fall asleep again in the embrace of Miles.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah princess." He lifts his head and looks at me deeply, his hand reaches up a moves a few strands of hair from my face.

"Why do put on the 'don't fuck me with me' front?"

"That's just my personality. If I know you well enough, I tend to lose it. But if I don't know you, I am cold and I guess blunt. With my line of work, I have to be ruthless, I can't be soft and shit." I nod and he smiles.

"Why'd you ask?"

"I don't know, it's just when we first met, you were a cretino, then you were sweet last night."