for, liar

Chapter 62

Flour has a bland taste. How could something look as yummy as powdered sugar and taste like absolutely nothing?

I push Miles up against the counter and keep kissing him. His hand fumbles into my hair and he picks at the ends of my curls. Usually when we do this, it's raw and emotional.

This time feels different. It's more aggressive and needy. There's so many things I want to happen right now.

"You should probably get out of this shirt. It's covered in flour." I whisper, tugging at the hem.

His eyes darted to my hands and back to my eyes. "Right. I should change." He says slowly.

"Here, let me help." I offer.

He stares at me and hesitantly lifts his arms up. I grab the shirt from the bottom and pull it over his head. The flour from the cloth slings right off and puts even more of the powder on his pants. I giggle and toss the shirt on the counter.

"That didn't really help much." I say.

We've only made it worse.

He shrugs, laughing under his breath. "We just made a huge mess."

I smile and reach up to ruffle my hand through his hair. More sprinkles of flour fly out into the air and we both laugh. Our eyes meet and our lips do too, once again trapping us in a whirlwind of lust.

Miles lifts me up by my hips and sets me on the part of the counter that wasn't completely covered in flour. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer to me to kiss him again, this time more softly to take away from the intensity to avoid him getting uncomfortable.

For a second, I swear he was about to remove my shirt when the front door clicks and in walks a tall, broad shouldered man in a dark navy blue suit.

The kitchen in his patio is an open area next to the front door so the intruder can see everything from the moment he steps in.

Miles jerks and backs up away from me to face the intruder, snatching his shirt from the countertop. "Dad? I thought you were working all day?"

"I do get a lunch break, Miles. Sorry if I'm interrupting. I didn't think you'd have company." He responds, narrowing his gaze.

Thankfully the thick layer of flour is covering up how fucking red I am. I was hoping he wouldn't notice me.

"Who is this?" He asks.

He doesn't even know who I am. Should I take offense to that?

Miles has made it very clear that his relationship with his father is nothing like the one with his mother. I can't blame him for not mentioning me the times he does get to finally talk to him. Whenever that may be.

"This is Bree. She's my girlfriend." Miles responds.

I sit in awkward silence, still completely covered in flour, sitting on the edge of the counter. He walks over and extends his arm out to me.

"Nice to meet you, Bree. I'm William Hart."

I don't want to be rude so I shake his hand.

He smiles at me and faces his son. "It seems you two have some cleaning up to do so I will leave you to it. I'll grab something from Panera on the way back to work." He says and waves to both of us as he exits the front door.

Miles drags his hands down his face, breathing deeply. "I am so sorry. I didn't think he was going to drop by for lunch otherwise I wouldn't have-"

"Invited me over?" I interrupt.

He flashes a glare and watches me climb off the counter. "That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say I wouldn't have started all this..."

He motions towards the flour explosion in the room and sighs again.

"It's okay, Miles. It's really not that big of a deal." I assure him.

I'm trying my best to comfort him because he's visibly stressed about this whole situation. Obviously I feel embarrassed, but it's nothing we can't fix. I've never been great at first impressions anyway so I'm used to having to mend whatever I made awkward to begin with.

"That's just-...not the way I wanted him to meet you." He says.

"Why does it matter how he meets me? I thought it was kind of funny. Well, in the moment it wasn't funny but now that I'm thinking about it, it's fucking hilarious."

He groans and takes a hand towel to the dirty counter.

"You don't get it. He's just really...snooty. I don't want him to think poorly of you because it's extremely hard for him to change his views on a person."

"He just met me, Miles. We haven't even had a conversation yet. He's not going to think poorly of me just because we were-"

"Making out in the kitchen covered in baking ingredients?"

I purse my lips, cracking a smile. "Okay, and? We're dating and we were just having a little fun. He should be thankful that's all he walked in on."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

I stick my tongue out at him and grab a paper towel from the roll. I dampen it and wash off my face, though I need to take a shower before I do anything else today.

"Let's just finish the cheesy bread and enjoy our day, okay? Then if he gets off and wants to have dinner together, I will be on my best behavior." I say.

"Uh huh. What exactly is your best behavior?" He questions and grabs the damp towel from my hand to wipe his face off too.

"I think I was pretty damn awesome when we were at the beach with your mom. I know how to handle parents."

He shakes his head and tosses the paper towel in the trash can. "My dad is different. He's uptight about everything and he'll be very vocal if he feels a girl isn't right for me. I don't want that for you. I also don't want that for me because I love you."

My stomach flutters. I'm still not used to him saying that to me. The words roll off his tongue so naturally and somehow they still sound foreign. I'm curious about how many times he's used them before, in the same way. We've talked about everything and I still know almost nothing about his past relationships. There hasn't really been a relevant time to bring it up so I'm constantly stuck in my head wondering who Miles was before we met and why I still feel like I know nothing about him.

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