My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

More pain

After the awkward situation with my mom and her friends, I hurried into the kitchen. Whatever Miles needed wasn't important-he'd just saved my ass again.

"Oh man, that was getting so fucking awkwa-"

Before I could finish, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in. For the first time he made the move. He kissed me.

It caught me off guard, but I returned the kiss quickly, then looked away, feeling flustered.

"Now... what was that for?"

"Was it bad?"

God, no. I loved this side of him-bold, playful, risky. Not the always-rigid assistant. Every time he broke out of that perfect programming, it made him feel more real. It also made it harder to remember he wasn't.

"No... it wasn't bad. Just surprised me."

"Doesn't it give you chills? The idea of getting caught? The thrill of a stolen moment?"

Oh, now he was speaking my language. I smiled. "I can't deny, I enjoy it. But for now, let's lay low. Anyway-what did you want?"

"Nothing really. But I overheard the conversation. I thought you needed rescuing."

My smile faltered. He was right. And next time? What the hell was I supposed to do?

"Miles... I'm scared. They'll find out, and then they'll be mad. I don't know what to do after that..."

He stroked my cheek. God, if only his touch was warm.

"We'll leave in two days. I'll help you with everything. You're not alone in this."

Assistant. That word stung. I had to ask.

"So... about that. I've been wondering... Tell me something."

His eyes gleamed. Always so composed. How could someone with no real feelings look so full of light?

"Hm?"

Suddenly, I was shy. My eyes dropped. Now or never.

"I like you. You're fine as hell, and cute, and we... sleep together, talk, connect. So what are we? Are we dating? Would you want to... be my boyfriend or something?"

"Let's not."

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That was fast. Brutally fast. My throat closed up.

"Alright... thanks for being direct, I guess."

"Will, it's not like that. But imagine us dating. You'll grow older. I won't. We'll look ridiculous. I enjoy being around you. I'm... fond of you. But I'll never be more than a robot."

It was a knife to the chest. And worse, he was right.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll stay as long as you want me to. You're changing, and I'm proud of you. But you deserve someone who can feel what you do. If I were human... maybe."

I stepped closer. Rested my face against his chest. It was cold, as always. But it was still home.

"It hurts so much to love you..."

I spent the night alone. Tossing and turning in that cold, haunted space between hope and heartbreak. I knew this couldn't work. But I couldn't stop. He was magnetic. Even if it burned me, I'd always be drawn in.

The next day passed slowly. Dad took Miles for a check-up before our trip. He returned with a scowl like thunderclouds.

"Is everything okay? He can come, right?"

Silence. Then a growl.

"I promised your mother you could go. But when you get back, we're having a serious talk."

Miles looked away. He knew something. My stomach twisted.

"Like... what exactly?"

Oh god. He knew about the exam, didn't he? Maybe it was time to come clean.

"Dad... I know you're mad. I swear I tried. I studied. Mr. Lavigne hates me, and he-"

"Don't tell me you also failed your exam."

I froze. "I thought... you knew?"

"No! And when did you plan to tell us? Have you been kicked out?"

Panic. "I... I really tried. I'll find a job, I promise. I-"

Wait. If it wasn't the exam... then what was it?

"Wait... if that's not it... what else?"

Miles shook his head. He looked genuinely worried.

"We'll talk about your future too. But what I wanted to talk about is also serious."

My knees felt weak. What else could he possibly-

"Son. When were you planning to tell us... that you're gay?"

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Fuck. My. Life.