𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘌𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

An old chapter from my Miles imagines book

[ Narrator ]

Miles Fairchild wasn't oblivious to affection. No, not in the slightest. He just wasn't used to receiving it like this. Sure, Flora and Ms. Grose adored him and would shower him in love whenever they could but Flora was his baby sister and Ms. Grose was old. Then Miles met Y/n, she was picking some of the wildflowers that grew just outside the gates of the Bly estate.

Then!
(Miles)

I tried to keep my steps as quiet as I could as to not scare the girl. I made it to the fence and watched as she bent down. Her dress went up and exposed her creamy thighs and cute underwear.

She mumbled something to herself and brushed the dress back down. "What are you doing?" I ask finally, biting down on my lip. She stood up and faced me very quickly.

"You scared me..." she whispered, making me grin. "You're so cute, come closer." I held my hands out to her, through the bars of the gates.

"N-no..." I scrunched my face up and opened and closed my hands impatiently. "Why not?" She sighed, "You're a boy and I'm a girl." I shrugged, not understanding.

"You don't want to hurt me?" I shook my head and let my hands fall, hitting the fence.

"Oh god no. I want to hold your hands darling." She stepped closer, slowly. "Come on... I don't think either of us has all day. I can't hurt you, not that I would, I'm on this side of the fence and you're on the other."

She stepped forward again and I reached my hands out. She stepped closer once again so that I was almost touching her stomach. She lifted her hands and lightly touched my fingertips. It gave me butterflies, a feeling I've only felt once or twice.

She finally touched my hand, holding it gently. I smiled and pulled her closer to the fence. We sat down, our hands not leaving each other.

Miles Y/n

"Why are you here?"

"I was exploring."

"Are you new here?"

"No."

"Where do you live?"

"Creepy. I live in the next estate over, about 15 miles away."

"What's your name?"

"Y/n, what's yours?"

"Miles."

"How come you got so far out?"

"I took my horse."

"Aren't your parents worried?"

"I wouldn't count on it."
"Aren't your parents worried, boy?"

"Not in the slightest. They died right next to you where you're sitting."