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SLEEPING IN A NEW HOUSE WAS DIFFICULT, it was something that wasn't talked about enough, how long it takes to feel your body become familar to a new home.
lexie had struggled to get a good night of sleep ever since she arrived, and it wasn't exactly getting easier, if anything her thoughts were making it worse, keeping her up at night.
but she had managed to get a few hours of shut eye,
the sunlight cracking through her window fell onto her angelic face.
lexie's eyes blinked open slowly, her face squished against the pillow as she adjusted to the soft morning light slipping through the lace curtains.
but the second she turned her head—
miles was sitting in the armchair across the room, his foot resting on his knee, arms folded with a smug little smirk spread across his face like it lived there rent-free.
"are you fucking watching me sleep?!" she jumped up a bit,
"nope," he said, voice casual as ever. "just admiring."
lexie blinked. "admiring what?" she asked carefully, only causing the smirk on his face to grow, "you got a little uhhhh," he gestured lazily to his cheek, "right there."
lexie reached up to touch her face, brows furrowed—
"no, not— like actually on you," miles clarified, tilting his chin.
and then she felt it.
eight. fucking. legs.
skittering across her face.
"what the fuck! get it off, get it off, get it off!" lexie absolutely screamed, flailing like a girl in a horror movie as she leapt out of bed. she smacked her own face, stumbled back into the dresser.
and then in one swift motion grabbed the nearest object—her ceramic lamp—ripped it out of the wall and slammed it against the spider with a deafening crack.
splat.
the lamp exploded into pieces. the spider exploded into... guts.
and still—miles didn't flinch. not once. he just sat there. arms still folded. leg still crossed. same smug ass smirk plastered on his face.
like this was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all week.
"is it dead?! is it fucking dead?!" lexie shouted, chest heaving, pointing at the wall like she'd just committed a felony.
miles blinked slowly. "well," he said after a beat, "there goes kevin." he said ever so casually,
lexie whipped around to glare at him, completely horrified. "who the fuck is kevin?!"
