𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

[ Y/n ]

— 11 years ago —
6 years old

Miles and I sat in the living room, watching tv together. No one was in the room with us.

The couple on tv shared a long kiss and I couldn't help but be jealous. I want to be kissed like that! I looked over at Miles who wasn't as invested.

"Miles..." he looked over at me and we stared at each other for a moment. "Do you wanna kiss me?" He asked. I nodded and he gave a nod back.

"Okay." He sat there and I scooted closer to him. "How long?" I asked. "I don't know. Until you don't feel like kissing me anymore!"

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. His curly hair tickled my face and his lips stayed in a straight line.

I pulled away after a moment, smiling. "Sorry I didn't kiss you back." He mumbled. "It's okay." I replied, putting my attention back on the show.

All of a sudden, a pair of lips met my cheek, lightly kissing my skin. He pulled away and flopped back into his spot.

— 10 years ago —
7 years old

Ever since that day, Miles and I always kiss each other. We were having a sleepover and of course, we were in his room with the door locked.

His parents just died a few months ago but I've been comforting him. He has a new baby sister named Flora and we both love her a lot.

Miles showed me the skin of his spider. "They molt and get bigger!" He said, waving it in my face. "Ew! Stop! Miles stop it!" I whined. He nodded and tossed the exoskeleton into the trash.

I went and started to jump on his bed. "We're getting a nanny." He mumbled. I looked down at him and stopped jumping. He sat down on the edge of his bed and I joined him.

I laced my fingers in his and he looked up at me. I leaned in and pressed a kiss onto his lips. It, like all of our other kisses, was short and sweet.

Miles smiled as we pulled away, kicking his feet.

— 9 years ago —
8 years old

Miles calls his nanny the b-word and says he wants to kill her. Not to mention, Quint is really creepy. He scares me a lot.

Miles and I were in the field gathering flowers for flower crowns when I heard Miles's name being called.

"Oh, that's Quint. He's teaching me how to ride horses. I'll see you tomorrow." I nodded and he walked over, handing me the basket and giving me a kiss.

— 8 years ago —
9 years old

Miles and I were in the maze, walking around. He was holding my hand while he escorted me to the middle. "Are you sure you know where to go?"

He nodded and we continued.

Eventually, we did reach the middle and there was a lovely gazebo inside. "Ta-da! It's a picnic!" He said, grabbing a basked from behind the fountain that was next to us.