Sometimes things aren't meant to work out. Luckily for me, they did. Myles never believed what the media was saying and booked a flight as soon as he heard about my grandmother. We just got back from picking her up from the hospital and dropping her off at Uncle Dante's. We're currently at my house... alone.
"I didn't book a hotel this time since I came so last minute. Can I stay with you?"
"Mi casa es tu casa,"
"Seriously? Then I might as well move in."
"You actually can. I'm living alone now."
Myles kisses my forhead and says, "You know I cant. All my stuff is based at the west coast. I'll just visit more often."
I fake pout before giving him a small kiss.
"Umm excuse me Missy. What's in this?" Myles says while holding up a Victoria's Secret bag.
"It's nothing inappropriate you dirty boy. It's just pajamas. It's really late anyway so I'll put them on."
Yeah, they were pajamas, but they were the type that I know Myles would enjoy. I put on my booty pajama shorts and a t shirt so that it looks like I'm not wearing pants.
The look on his face is hilarious. I can see him trying to resist the urge.
"Who are you laughing at? I'll get you back," he says as he slips off his shirt...and then some. I can literally see his bulge through his underwear.
"Nope. That doesn't do anything to me. I'm as solid as a rock," I say before sitting on my bed.
Myles raises an eyebrow before standing in front of me.
"So you wouldn't flinch if I did this," he says before putting my hand on his member.
"Nope. It feels squishy but like a rock. Hey! It's a rock just like me," I say before letting go.
"I see...so you don't care when I kiss you like this?" he asks before kissing my neck.
"Or when I do this?" he whispers in my ear before putting his hand under my shirt.
He pushes me down onto my bed and grinds his hips on me.
"o o ok I'm not a rock anymore. You can stop," I say.
"Do you really want me to do that?" Myles asks.
"Nope," I say before pulling him back down to me.
Our lips collide and my stomach flips. I love this feeling almost as much as I love him. His hands return under my shirt and give my boobs a firm squeeze. Suddenly, my shirt is off and I tug on his belt.
You know how this ends....
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"You are seriously the weirdest girl that I've ever met. I love it," Myles says while tossing another grape up in the air for me. I'm trying to catch them in my mouth, but all I'm doing is making jelly on the floor.
I hear my phone ding.
Johnson: hey
Johnson: hey
Johnson: open your door
Johnson: we have cookies and good news
We? Probably Kayla.
I open the front door and pull Johnson into the biggest hug. I've missed my best friend so much. I hug Kayla next, not as hard though. Oops.
"Cookies first? Or the good news?"
"Why not both," Myles says while coming out of the kitchen.
"Dude why is your hair so messy," Johnson says before noticing the undone button on my shirt.
"Oh...did Kayla and I interrupt something?" he says while holding back his laughter.
"Yep. See this mush on the floor? I was trying to catch grapes in my mouth. Myles was throwing them to me," I say.
"But we did have sex before that," Myles says while kissing the side of my head.
"MYLES," we all shout together.
I roll my eyes and ask Kayla for the good news.
"You're going to be having your own tour! Small, but its still great!"
Johnson says that he was talking it over with my label. Myles was in on it too.
My own tour.
mine.
A/N: how tf do I end this story
