The Perfect Storm 2

Chapter 183

After eating the french toast with the cinnamon bananas and honey on top, Miles puts the dishes into the sink and gives me a smile. 

Love is always complicated but I'm ready to fight for it and I know that Miles is too. We're in this together, I'm not alone even if Miles and I will have to be apart. 

My mind jumps back to his words of applying for homeschooling.

"Will you . . . do you think they'll let you? I mean go out of school when you just started?" I aks, my eyes looking up at him as he stands there next to the sink. A small smirk appears on his face and it's so sexy. 

I was never like this, even in my head, to think like this about someone, I was always so alone; so to myself. But Miles changed that and now I can't help but look at everything about him, the way his jaw is so hard, so clenched and so sharp. It's sharp like a knife. 

His eyes are dark, they're scary and infusing at the same time, they give me life, the way he watches me; the way his eyes sometimes slip down from my eyes and to my body gives me chills. His lips are soft and the way he plays a smirk on them is heavenly. 

At first, I hated when he smirked but now I can't get enough of it. The way he sometimes flashes me the 'Miles' smile that I've only ever seen him do and the way his lips are so soft, and most of the time they try to hide a smile behind them as if he's laughing or smiling on the inside and his lips can only show me a glimpse of what they're hiding because his lips aren't ready to tell anyone he's really smiling or laughing. 

The way his dark eyebrows compliments all of him and the way the darkness in his hair, lives there so perfectly. 

I love the way his muscles tense when he holds me. his arms are visibly strong already and so defined I could almost trace each line over and over again but when he holds me, his whole body tenses up, no because it's hard but because I'm so close to him and I know so well how he feels about me and how much he loves me; everything about him confirms it over and over again, the way his body responds to me, the way he tenses, the way he looks at me like I've never seen him look at anyone or anything else. 

It's as if the world around him doesn't exist. His shoulders are strong and his abs are hard to the touch but when I do, I feel that his skin is softer than it looks, it's always so hot to my touch, so comforting and his tattoos let me get mesmerized by who he is and the decisions he's made. 

His big hands hold me so tightly and it's never difficult for him to hold all of me in his hands, they grip me so perfectly and I'm his. 

All of him is an addiction that I won't ever let go of, not if I lose my friendship with Jace and not if my mother disapproves and I have to fail everything I've learned; everything that was repeated to me over and over again as I child. I don't care. I belong right here, in his hands, with him. Always with him.

"Yeah, uh . . . I think they'll allow that correction." Miles's vice rings into my ears. His voice, oh, his voice. I almost close my eyes at the sound. 

He approaches me sower and I feel my whole body tingle in ways that only he can make it feel.

The closer he gets, the weaker I get it's almost as if I don't know how to respond anymore, how to feel like we're meeting all over again like my body tries to reject the feeling but in the end, I always end up succumbing to his touch. 

His hands run up my thighs and to my hips then to the sides of my stomach. He bites his lip slowly, calmly, he's not in a rush and neither am I. 

We've both missed each other and we're not going to let anything go to waste. 

The slowness of him is getting to me even more and I don't know what to do, how to feel, or what to say. I'm overwhelmed with emotions and Ic an' control any of them. 

It's so chaotic inside me but yet so calm and heavenly as if it' a language only my body can understand and I have nothing to do with.

"I'll make sure of it." He breathes onto my neck and I can feel how close he is now. 

His hands move to my chest and my head almost leans backward but I'm trying too hard to keep it steady. His fingers trace the skin that's bare and then they slip down to unbutton one button and all I can do is let out a deep breath. 

His fingers slip further into my cardigan and now he's touching the lace, feeling it so delicately and carefully.

"I've missed you, Madison." Miles's raspy voice says into my ear and I feel chills run down my spine, the good kind. 

His lips lean closer and closer and I can feel my body vibrating with feelings for him. But his lips only manage to graze mine before we hear rattling in the front door handle and Miles pulls away slowly. 

His eyes are still on mine but they looked pissed off and his jaw is clenched. 

Hands are throbbing with veins and heat as he backs away, showing me more of his strong arms as he pushes with his hands away from the counter behind me, where I'm standing, trembling.

Miles turns around and I can only watch the dark hair that is slightly covering the back of his neck.

"Valentina! I thought I told you—" Miles stops as soon as he appears closer to the front door. I tiptoe slowly toward him, buttoning up my cardigan as I approach him.

"David." Miles bites on his teeth, clenching his jaw.