Open Hands~ Bryles

Chapter 11- Boxers

A/N: Can I just say how GORGEOUS Briar is in this photo.
Anyway, I have had not much inspiration for this book so my writing may be a bit forced and sloppy. I'm Ill in bed instead of being at school or dance so I thought I'd try updating 😁

Briar's POV
I drew out a raspy exhale before wiping my eyes of any moisture- I hated people pitying me, I was stronger than I made out to be. Nobody has to know my sorrow. Nobody has to feel sorry for me.

In attempt to cover my dark circles and patchy red splodges from recently dried tears, I swiped a decent amount of foundation across my face before adding light make up in other areas. I didn't have much need for make up today; being the weekend meant I only had a couple hours of dance, I couldn't really be bothered to get dolled up only for me to sweat it off.

Collating my stuff, I walked into my bedroom- completely forgetting Myles was there. Heat rose to my cheeks, turning them a deep shade of scarlet as right before me, stood Myles in nothing but his boxers.
I stood frozen, not knowing whether I should leave before he realises or wait and apologise.

He perches on my bed and starts putting on his jeans- his eyes flicker up and meet mine for a brief second. "Oh hey Briar." He says casually, doing up his belt.
"Cute blush."

Whoops.
"Oh uh sorry. I. Uhh. F-forgot you were here.."

"Don't sweat it."

It's not like I haven't seen Myles in revealing clothing before- it was usually only his top half though. This time it was more or less.. everything.

An awkward silence carries on for a few more seconds as the boy looks in the mirror and starts threading gel in between his short brown hair.

"Oh sorry I can leave.." My mouth blurts out ,snapping me back to my senses.
"Nah it's chill. I'd prefer your company."

Without thinking, my legs start to move toward my dressing table , carefully lowering myself into the white seat; scraping my hair into a ponytail. I let out a puff of air as I check to see what else I could do to my hair or make up.

"You look gorgeous Bri." Myles spoke up- I guess he could see my concern in the reflection of the mirror.

In response I swivel the chair and upturn the corners of my mouth at him; causing him to grin back at me.

"Could you pass me that shirt please?" He speaks slowly reminding me that he is still shirtless. Not that I mind 😉.

I throw it to him; "Good. Because you need to cover that up." I jokingly refer to his (actual godlike) body.
"Oh really?!" He cocks an eyebrow before running at me. I try to escape but am engulfed by his muscular arms as he swings me around- my legs flailing about.
"Stooooooppppp!" I complain before we spin out of control and inevitably land on the bed; Myles on top of me.

For a second I thought he was going to kiss me; but instead clambers off me and extends a hand to me and helps me up.