My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 202

Fuck, he looks so fucking good.

No he looks better than fucking good...

How the fuck can one man look that fucking incredible in a tux?

I start to feel naked as Miles runs his eyes up my body, extremely slowly, not making subtle that he's checking every inch of me out before the widest smile spreads on his face.

There's my man.

It's only been a few days since I've seen him in person but it feels like fucking years as I run down the hallway as fast as I can and fall immediately into his arms.

Fuck, that's better... I'm home...

His arms wrap around me so fucking tightly I'm practically being crushed under his strength but I don't give a fuck, I think he's just as desperate to be with me as I am to be with him.

I've missed him... I've missed him so fucking much.

I want to look at him and make sure he's fucking okay now but every time I go to lift my head from his shoulder he just forces it back in against his neck again, my lips inadvertently grazing against his skin whenever I try to take in a breath... Well, maybe not that inadvertently.

"Fuck... I love you so fucking much." Butterflies flutter in my stomach just at the sound of my own words, I'm so proud of Brie for how far she's come but sometimes I forget how far I've come too, it feels like it was only yesterday I couldn't imagine ever saying those words to anyone again... Now I can't imagine saying them to anyone else.

Miles weaves his fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my head tightly and keeping us firmly pressed together as his chest heaves between us. Fuck, is he okay? Am I hurting him?

Of course you're fucking hurting him Josh! He was battered leaving that hospital, then he spent the last few nights sleeping in a jail cell. He must be in agony.

I manage to pull my head back, but he doesn't let go of my body, his hand doesn't even move from the back of my head, like he's savouring the feel of me again. He really has missed me...

"Miles..."

"I love you, you know that I love you, right?"

Of course I fucking do.

He rests my head against his, a slight tremble in his fingers at how tightly he's keeping us together. I feel like I haven't sat down in a week, like I've not been able to relax properly since the moment he left me, without him I was suffocating but now as my skin becomes one with his I can finally breathe again.

"Are you okay?" He nods but still doesn't open those beautiful eyes of his, instead tilting his head and pressing his lips to mine so fucking gently.

There's almost a hesitancy in his kiss, it's not raw or animalistic in any way. It's not the kiss of someone who's been desperate for another person... It's like the kiss of someone that thought they'd never get that kiss again.

What the fuck did they do to him?

I press my lips to his more firmly, whatever it is I know I can make it better this way. He responds instantly until the whole world fades away, just like it always does, just like it did the first time I kissed him... Until it's just the two of us once more.

No bullshit, no pain, no worry. Just us.

His arms finally untie their firm grip from around me, slipping down instead to hold his hands on my hips as he pushes me back against the railings of the balcony looking down on the grand staircase of the hotel. The carved gold metal digs into my back, this place is beautiful but it could be the middle of a wasteland and I'd still be happy to be here if it meant him kissing me like this.