brown haired boy ✓

twenty.

i woke up beside miles.

he was holding my waist as butterflies danced around in my abdomen as i thought too much about what he'd said that previous night.

'i like you.'

we didn't sleep together, that was what made me so happy. we didn't have to do anything, he just held me and that was enough. he was a night cuddler and i didn't mind it.

and i know it was stupid knowing that he was drunk and high and emotional but i hadn't been able to wipe the smile off my face. as i lay there, wrapped in his arms, i swear, my heart skipped a beat as his fingertips brushed against the material of my shirt; his heart shaped lips parted on the back of my neck as he held my body crushed against his.

"delilah..."

my heart sank; my name wasn't delilah.