{You Put A Spell On Me}

{You Put A Spell On Me}

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I have been yelling at him for past five minutes and this fucker is staring at me like a statue. "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? god i can't stand you-". i scoffed. He smiled. No, He fucking smirked. Before manspreading his legs and patting his thigh. Saying . "Then sit down , sweetheart".
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I could always tell when Miles had one of those moods. It started subtle - the way his eyes lingered a little longer, the way he adjusted the tilt of my chin when I was talking too much and not looking at him. "Sit," he said softly, pointing to the couch as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I raised a brow, teasing him. "Bossy already? We just got home." His lips curved, that half-smile that meant he wasn't going to argue. "Exactly. Sit." I sighed, dramatic, but I did as he said. The moment I settled, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, a sweet contrast to his commanding tone. My heart melted, like it always did - he was gentle and fierce all at once, and it was impossible not to fall for both sides of him.

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