He's my prince

asking you to be my wife

C H A P T E R T H I R T Y - N I N E

Miles pulled an outfit from his closet, staring down at it before frowning. Deciding he'd ask Carter what she thought of it. She usually approved his outfits, "Baby, what do you think of this—"

Miles stopped short as he stepped into the bedroom, looking over at Carter who was still sitting on their bed, looking down at her legs with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

"My legs won't stop shaking."

He walked over to the bed, peering down at Carter's legs before he smirked, "I'm just that good, huh?"

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a small smile as she tapped her leg, waiting for it to stop acting up. When she saw it wasn't going to stop anytime soon, she turned to look over at Miles and eyed his outfit. "Why don't you wear a hoodie, babe? It's going to be chilly out."

Miles looked down at his girlfriend confused, "Huh? You're wearing a sleeveless dress. Won't you get cold?"

"A hoe never get cold." Carter said with a serious face.

Miles gave his girlfriend a blank stare, "Bullshit. You just feel a breeze and you're shivering."

Carter scowled, glaring at Miles for calling her out, "I'm taking a jacket with, don't worry."

Miles smirked, "You better take a jacket. I ain't taking my hoodie off for you."

She gasped dramatically, narrowing her eyes at Miles, "You're an ass, Miles. A real ass. It's your job as my boyfriend to give me your clothes!"

"You have more clothes than me! Why do you even need my clothes?"

Carter shrugged with a pout, "Your clothes smell like you."

He smirked, leaning over his girlfriend and grabbing her jaw in his hand cooing before he leaned forward and pecked her lips. "I'd give you my hoodie, baby but it pulls together my outfit."

She giggled, her nose wrinkling as Miles's cooed again, rubbing his nose softly against hers. She raised her hands, pushing against his chest, "Go her dressed, you dummy. Before you make my legs start shaking again."

Miles smirked, standing up and making his way into the walk-in closet to find another outfit. He'd decided to keep it simple with a grey champion sweatshirt with baggy jeans and his white Nike air forces. He ran a hand through his messy curls before walking into the bedroom to see Carter sitting in front of her vanity, trying to neatly style her hair into a messy bun. "So you actually plan a messy bun?"

Carter glared at her boyfriend through her mirror, "It ain't easy, ok?" Her eyes then trailed down to his hands that were sliding on his favorite pair of rings and she licked her lips. "I love it when you wear rings."

Miles rose an eyebrow, "Hmm. Really? Why?"

Carter shrugged innocently, "I don't know. It makes my vagina flap like a butterfly."

Miles couldn't hold in the loud laugh that left him as he tried to picture Carter's vagina lips flapping.

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Even though Carter had originally planned to wear a dress, she saw how casual Miles had dressed and had decided to dress differently. She was dressed in a light pair of jeans and a black cropped zip-up jacket with white Nike air forces that had a black tick.

"I thought a hoe never gets cold." Miles mocked, his arm coming around Carter's waist and his hand digging into her back pocket of her jeans.

Carter looked up at him with a scowl and reached out to flick his forehead, "I'm not cold! I just wanted to match you."