for, liar

Chapter 41

The following three hours, we sang our hearts out. It ended up being mostly me belting out songs because Miles barely knew any of the ones I was playing. However, the ones he did know, he sang loud and proud.

We ended up stopping by a Chick-fil-A for lunch when we finally were able to get off the interstate.

"Do you want to go inside or eat in the car?" He asks and pulls into the parking lot.

"Definitely don't want to go inside."

As busy as the drive thru usually is, it's nothing like the hectic mess they have going on inside. I don't eat fast food that often, but when I do I sure as hell don't step foot indoors. I would rather just wait in the comfort of my car.

Miles pulls up to the speaker box and orders a couple of number one meals for us. We continue our mini journey down towards the beach.

"There's so many signs out here." I say, staring out the window.

I don't visit South Carolina often. There's not much to do around here and it's almost way too humid. I might as well just keep going to Florida if I want to deal with temperatures like that. At least there they have Disney World.

"It's all a tourist trap. Mom's house is sort of out of the way so hopefully we don't get stuck in too much traffic."

The traffic shouldn't be too bad considering it's September. It still feels hot outside but no one vacations around this time.

Miles takes a detour off the main road and leads us through backwoods further down from the buildings. For miles, there's nothing until we start to see a few beach houses spaced apart out in the middle of nowhere.

He drives to the very end of the road that stands a white, two-story beach house with an enormous staircase and balcony. Two neon-colored jeeps are parked in the driveway.

"This place is huge. Would I be able to get my own room?" I tease.

"Hell no." Miles responds with a grin.

He climbs out of the car and pops the trunk. The glass door swings open and a petite, auburn haired woman strolls out onto the porch. She hurries down the steps and throws her arms tightly around Miles.

"Oh my gosh, this can't be my son! You look way too old!" She says in excitement and hugs him again.

"Ouch, thanks mom."

She has similar face features as Miles but I can already tell he must look more like his father. She was already in her bathing suit top with a beautiful handmade skirt.

I slowly get out of the car, trying not to distract them from their reunion. When I shut the door, all the attention falls on me.

"You must be Bree! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

She flings herself over to me and embraces me in the tightest hug I have ever gotten. I gasp and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, hi! It's nice to meet you too."

She pulls back and takes a good look at me. She is gorgeous and looks like she hasn't aged much since she turned twenty-five.

"My name is Lauren! Gosh, you are so beautiful! How did my Miles get this lucky?"

I smile and look over at Miles whose face had turned a deep red.

"He's amazing. Truly." I answer honestly.

"Your brown hair is so gorgeous. Are those natural highlights?" She asks and picks at the ends of my hair.

"Yeah, it can never decide what color to be." I tell her and we share a laugh. "Your hair is even more gorgeous, are you kidding? That's natural?"

"Oh hell yes, honey. I have never put one ounce of dye on my head."

Her accent is thick. I wonder if she's actually from here or somewhere further down south.

"Shall we go inside, then?" Miles suggests, pulling the bags out from the back.

"Yes! You have to meet Penny. She's my bestie." Lauren says and rushes back up the steps.

I giggle and take my suitcase from Miles' hands. He bites his lip and looks down at me.

"Sorry, she's a lot." He says.

"No she isn't. She's great."

I peck his lips and lift my suitcase up off the ground to carry it up the stairs. I can hear the waves from here and I'm just dying to get into the ocean. It's been so long since I was able to enjoy the beach.

The house looks even bigger on the inside. There's what seems like an endless amount of rooms on both floors. I take a deep breath and look around. It's breathtaking. It doesn't even seem real. I must've accidentally stumbled upon a movie set for some rich ass family living in Malibu.

"The guest room upstairs is all prepared for you guys. Follow me." Lauren says and walks us up to the second floor.

She starts pointing out a few more rooms down the hall. "My room is at the end on the left and Penny's is across from mine. I'm pretty sure she's out by the ocean already."

She leads us to the bedroom at the very end of the hall and pushes the door open for us. The sun brightens up the entire room so that there would be no need for a lamp during the day. The bed has a very simple sky-blue pattern with a dolphin printed on the end. I set my suitcase down next to the dresser and sit on the edge of the bed.

"This is so cute." I say and smile.

Lauren pats Miles' back. "Well. I'll leave you two alone then. Meet us out at the shore when you get settled. It's right out the back door and down the trail. You remember, honey?" She asks and faces Miles.

"Yes ma'am."

She smiles and walks out, making sure to close the door behind her. Miles stands in front of me and puts his hands on my cheeks. I stare up at him, chuckling and living in the moment.

"This should be nice." He says softly and drags his thumb across my skin.

"Definitely." I agree.

He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I eagerly kiss him back and pull him closer to me by the hem of his shirt. He loses his balance and falls on top of me at the edge of the mattress.

"Oh gosh, sorry." He says and fumbles off to the side.

I sit up and push the loose strands of hair out of my face. I don't know what he has to be sorry about.

"It's fine. I know it might be hard for you to understand but I'm actually into physical contact." I say facetiously.

I don't want him to think I'm offended but I do want him to know how I feel. As if he doesn't already. I think I've made it obvious.

"I know. I am too, it's just- I like to take things slow." Miles says and climbs off the bed.

"Yeah but like...how slow?"

He grabs his swim trunks from his bag and looks at me again. "Whenever I feel like the time is right. Is that okay with you?" He asks and raises his eyebrows.

"Um, yes. That's cool."

Of course it's cool. I'm not trying to make him feel uncomfortable. It wouldn't be right if it was the other way around either. 

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