Your's Only

His touch

My eyes drag open, a burning heat traveling up to my forehead, nearly blinding me. I drag my fingers across from where I was laying, it feels soft and warm. I was laid up on a bed, who's bed and how did this happen? I remembered Kayden and I fighting last night, and I ran off into the dark, cold streets. A tear slides down my cheek, just remembering yesterdays negative plans.

My eyes quickly brush open, the sun laying above them but not strong enough to make me shut them again. A cold shiver runs down my spine, as I scream as soon as I see Miles all cuddled up against a chair in the corner of the room, sleeping.

"Your awake?" he smirks, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "I would've enjoyed 'Miles, wake up' instead of a loud and ..scratchy scream" he smirks, teasing me.

"My scream isn't scratchy," which is way off topic. "Why am I here? How did I get here? What is this place? Why are you here? Why did you kiss me last night!" the last one accidentally blurted out of my lips.

"Wow, I usually have breakfast first, then play 20 questions"

He's done this before...

I fake a laugh, "If you don't answer me ,I swear I'll scream at the top of my lungs, and call the cops!" I snap, I'm done playing his games. I want to know who he is? Whats the deal between him and my... Kayden?

"Well, well look at you. You've sure grown"

"What does that mean!" I scream, I want to know where I am? Who is Miles? And why I'm here?

"Fuck!" he groans, fingers running through his dark brown hair, his jet black eyes like crystals at night. "You know, I prefer you when your sleeping, but no, you just have to fucking wake up and BOOM! You start screaming and giving me a fucking headache"

"Just answer my questions and we won't have a problem!" I rush out of bed, stand tall and mean.

But really, I feel like I'm going to pop out of my clothes any second right now....

My chest rising higher every time he takes a step closer towards me, till were only inches away. His fresh, minty cologne still lays perfectly on his skin from last night, vodka/wine/beer and drugs mixed together and laying on his lips with a spicy scent. His smell is seducing me, making me want to bring his lips onto mine again, I want the same electrifying touch forming in my body like last night, I want his fingertips tracing on my cheekbones and making there way down to my collar bones.

What am I thinking, this isn't right! Snap out of it Skylar! I force myself.

He blows a gush of wind, onto my lips sending them bolting through the air in pleasure. My palms push him aside by his forceful, masculine chest.

"Answer my questions, Miles" I warn, a smirk glueing to his lips. "What is it now?"

"Say. My. Name. Again" he pauses through his words, as I feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

"This isn't funny, why am I here?" I snap, anger boiling inside of me.

He lets out a sigh, before sitting on the bed. "I saw you crying on the streets last night, you were shivering from the cold and you were soaking wet from all the rain pouring over you. I carried you to my car, you must've fallen asleep when I was driving you to my apartment, because you were fast asleep and cold when I carried you up the stairs and I had to change you into something warmer because your clothes were soaked" i look down and sure enough i was wearing his black shirt and boxers. "And you didn't even flinch from my touch when I was changing you, you seemed to enjoy it because I heard my name in your sleep once or twice" he winks, my hands slapping against his firm chest.

"You liar!" I shout, still slapping my hands against him. But he doesn't seem to mind, while my hands are crying out for help. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

His arms wrap around my waist, and surround my hands stopping them from getting tortured. He feels so warm and cozy, his breath tingling on the side of my neck ,slow breaths. His spicy sent, sending me over board and calm in his firm lap. My chest pressed against his. My face snuggling into him, I take low breaths.

We stayed like this for a few minutes until we're startled by a knock on the front door and Kayden's voice is screaming out of anger, and his knuckles are bashing on the door about to break it.

"Miles open the fucking door, I know you have her!"

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