Your's Only

My Way

Continued....

"Don't you know any better than to tell a human who you really fvcking are?!"

Pacing back and forth right in front of me was the arrogant, sexy piece of Spanish shit, himself.

"I'm a human! What makes a difference?" I argued back, hopping off the sofa and now facing him as he towered over me as if was God, himself.

"Y-YOUR! Your!" he knew what to say, he was just too chicken to say it.

Miles searched his back pockets in frustration, pulling out a white cigar packet.

My jaw literally dropped 20 feet through the floor.

Miles didn't smoke, and that's one thing I was certain of. I think.

He picked out a cigar and wedged it between his lips; lighting it up first.

I folded my arms and held back a smirk as he coughed on his first puff.

This sexy, lying treacherous ass was trying to act tough! I'll show him tough.
In long strides, I made myself stand an inch away from him. My brow raised "I want one, too"

He chuckled. His height and dare- devilling eyes clearly impacting the speed rate of my heart and the heat raising on my cheeks; I need a garden hose immediately!

He cocked his head to the side. "Oh really?" Miles sneered in a husky voice so deep, I had to check to see if I was wet or not.

Shit, a voice that deep should be illegal enough to get him deported.
"Oh really?" I mimicked in a high pitched, girly voice.
"Yes R.E.A.L.L.Y!"

I need my best friends right now; Jack Daniels, Vodka and Wine.

This a$$hole who I have so much history with is giving me a nightmare and a headache.

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'G.O.O.D! Now you know how I feel with you!'

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Miles took the cigar packet and hooked one around his fingers. Cigar still wedged in between his pink lips, Miles puffed smoke right in my face.
I coughed like I couldn't breathe again.

"You have some nerve!" I jabbed the pad of my finger on his nose, pressing roughly. His eyes came in contact with the tip of his nose, then glaring straight at me.

He smirked.

That two timing, freaking taco smelling breath, blood sucking vampire!

Oh shit.

His hand laced around my waist- bringing my body crashing against his. Miles shifted my body to the side, now secured against the wall and his lean figure.

Oh hell no! He did not just do that.

I hiccuped as his finger cupped my chin, slowly bringing it down to an 'O' shape. My eyes couldn't believe how sexy he looked up close! Freaking hot parents, who create a heavenly face.

Miles gently placed the cigar between my parted lips and closed my mouth with his fingers still hung beneath my chin. My eyes melted through Miles' sultry ones.

It was an intense-World-War-3 stare.

He held up his lighter, before flaming it and burning the tip of my cigar.

"Puff" he ordered, his cigar anchored to the side of his smirk.

Okay, show him how it's done Skylar. I positively thought.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh FREAKING shit!

I puffed. I choked. He laughed. I died deep inside.

The fvcking end.

Oh sweet cupcakes, he brings out the worst in me.

Miles spit out his cigar, burning the flame with the tip of his shoe. He eyed me and the cigar between my lips.

"You had enough, already?" he snickered.

My eyes swept over his perfectly, blurred skin in envy. I nodded.

Okay 1st of all, why was I acting like a school girl? What happened with being tough and telling him to stay the marshmallows away.

Miles' lips pressed around the tip of my cigar; I shrieked

I grabbed the cigar from his lips, but he wouldn't let it go. "Your gonna burn yourself!"

He just stood there like nothing was happening, like he was on a lawn chair relaxing on the beach.

Yeah, dream on vampire

"MILES!" I shrieked louder and pulled harder.

His masculine arms wrapped around my body, squishing me like a a pretzel. As if he was the buns and I was the dog, to his hot dog.

My eyes went wide.

He spit the cigar out. "Do I need a doctor?" he winked.

Oh good God.

A vision of miles dressed like a sexy doctor caressed through my mind. My lips felt dry as they parted away from each other.

This couldn't get any worse.

BANG!

I was mistaken, it just got worse!

BANG!

I could feel his breath warming up my lips, I shivered in satisfaction.
"I wouldn't say doctor. More like a therapist and years worth in jail!"

With that I snuck under his grip and bolted faster than the road runner on looney tunes and straight to my bedroom door; locking it.

"Open up Skylar!" I heard Miles shout on the other side of the door.

"Not by the hairs of my chinny, chin, chin!" I stated sharply.

Jokes, I have no hairs on my cute little chin.

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'Okayyyy.... So your just normally high and crazy?'

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"Skylar!" Miles addressed, with his banging on the door.

"She's not here right now, leave a message! B.E.E.P!"

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