other, both looking ready to throw punches.
"How do you know Brooklyn? What are you doing here?" I ask Kane, leaning around Miles.
"Met her at Stephanie's. I live down the hall."
Of course he would be the guy Brooklyn danced for. I feel stupid that I even thought for a second that he was here for me. Now I remember why he looked so familiar when I saw him on the beach. I just about plowed him over in a rush as he got off the elevator that morning.
"Great, so he's seen you almost naked," Miles mumbles. "Inside please."
"I'm London," I snap, irritated at being bossed around. "He saw Brooklyn almost naked. Not me."
"I know who the fuck you are," Miles growls and I freeze to stare at him.
Miles has never raised his voice at me in all our disagreements. He is understanding, calm, and easy going. Now, he is aggravated, possessive, and losing his patience with me. The soothing blue I always saw him as was shifting to a dark green. Still beautiful but unknown, like a dark forest.
"Let go of her," Kane interrupts. His large frame comes closer, making me feel trapped and tiny between the two men.
The tension in the hallway is thick and heavy. I force a smile and put a hand on Miles's chest to calm him. It seems to work because I feel the muscles under my hand relax.
"Thank you, Kane, but I'm okay. He's a friend," I tell him, looking up into his dark eyes.
Kane's jaw ticks as he looks between me and Miles, trying to read us both. I can finally breathe when he takes a slow step back.
"You sure?" he asks me again, watching Miles closely.
"Yes. Thank you. See ya around."
I shove Miles back into my apartment, shutting Kane out in the hall. He has the decency to look slightly guilty when I glare at him.
"What the hell was that all about?" I hiss quietly, not wanting to wake Brooklyn.
"That guy was an asshole. He has no business with you."
I run my fingers through my hair and realize just how knotted it really is. My fingers get caught and I'm sure it looks like one of those cheap wigs you get for Halloween that never get untangled.
"He knows Brooklyn, Miles. And he's a neighbor. You didn't need to go all caveman."
"The hell I didn't," he almost shouts. "Did you see the way he looked at you?"
"No," I deadpan. "You're acting crazy."
Miles mumbles something under his breath and starts to pace. I shuffle awkwardly and watch him helplessly. The last time I saw him this worked up, it was our last night in Tennessee.
"Miles?"
He stops and meets my eyes immediately. I smile at the familiar warmth I see in them.
My heart starts to race when I see them darken.
My heart stops when he starts toward me.
My heart explodes when he grabs my face and his lips touch mine.
There's an assault on my senses. Underneath the shock and panic, there's comfort and excitement. His scent wraps around me and I'm reminded of all the good things about home.
The humid summer nights spent staring up at the stars. The whispered stories shared in the tree house. The hours of watching movies when we didn't want to go back home. Unbreakable bonds cemented in bad times and good.
It's all Miles. He is everything good in our life. I feel it in his warmth and taste it from his mouth.
His hands are framing my face as he gently tastes my lips. The pressure is light but I feel it in every cell of my body. I sink into him and he sighs into my mouth.
For the second time in just an hour, I feel like I'm on fire. This burn is very different though. Heat zips through my body, making my lips tingle and my head hazy.
I open my mouth and Miles takes his chance, deepening our kiss into something far beyond our simple friendship. The way his tongue tangles with mine isn't friendly. His hands move and fist my hair, pulling my head back. I whimper, feeling myself melt into him. I feel like I am caught in the flames and turning into a puddle as though I'm made of wax.
When I press harder into his body,
"How do you know Brooklyn? What are you doing here?" I ask Kane, leaning around Miles.
"Met her at Stephanie's. I live down the hall."
Of course he would be the guy Brooklyn danced for. I feel stupid that I even thought for a second that he was here for me. Now I remember why he looked so familiar when I saw him on the beach. I just about plowed him over in a rush as he got off the elevator that morning.
"Great, so he's seen you almost naked," Miles mumbles. "Inside please."
"I'm London," I snap, irritated at being bossed around. "He saw Brooklyn almost naked. Not me."
"I know who the fuck you are," Miles growls and I freeze to stare at him.
Miles has never raised his voice at me in all our disagreements. He is understanding, calm, and easy going. Now, he is aggravated, possessive, and losing his patience with me. The soothing blue I always saw him as was shifting to a dark green. Still beautiful but unknown, like a dark forest.
"Let go of her," Kane interrupts. His large frame comes closer, making me feel trapped and tiny between the two men.
The tension in the hallway is thick and heavy. I force a smile and put a hand on Miles's chest to calm him. It seems to work because I feel the muscles under my hand relax.
"Thank you, Kane, but I'm okay. He's a friend," I tell him, looking up into his dark eyes.
Kane's jaw ticks as he looks between me and Miles, trying to read us both. I can finally breathe when he takes a slow step back.
"You sure?" he asks me again, watching Miles closely.
"Yes. Thank you. See ya around."
I shove Miles back into my apartment, shutting Kane out in the hall. He has the decency to look slightly guilty when I glare at him.
"What the hell was that all about?" I hiss quietly, not wanting to wake Brooklyn.
"That guy was an asshole. He has no business with you."
I run my fingers through my hair and realize just how knotted it really is. My fingers get caught and I'm sure it looks like one of those cheap wigs you get for Halloween that never get untangled.
"He knows Brooklyn, Miles. And he's a neighbor. You didn't need to go all caveman."
"The hell I didn't," he almost shouts. "Did you see the way he looked at you?"
"No," I deadpan. "You're acting crazy."
Miles mumbles something under his breath and starts to pace. I shuffle awkwardly and watch him helplessly. The last time I saw him this worked up, it was our last night in Tennessee.
"Miles?"
He stops and meets my eyes immediately. I smile at the familiar warmth I see in them.
My heart starts to race when I see them darken.
My heart stops when he starts toward me.
My heart explodes when he grabs my face and his lips touch mine.
There's an assault on my senses. Underneath the shock and panic, there's comfort and excitement. His scent wraps around me and I'm reminded of all the good things about home.
The humid summer nights spent staring up at the stars. The whispered stories shared in the tree house. The hours of watching movies when we didn't want to go back home. Unbreakable bonds cemented in bad times and good.
It's all Miles. He is everything good in our life. I feel it in his warmth and taste it from his mouth.
His hands are framing my face as he gently tastes my lips. The pressure is light but I feel it in every cell of my body. I sink into him and he sighs into my mouth.
For the second time in just an hour, I feel like I'm on fire. This burn is very different though. Heat zips through my body, making my lips tingle and my head hazy.
I open my mouth and Miles takes his chance, deepening our kiss into something far beyond our simple friendship. The way his tongue tangles with mine isn't friendly. His hands move and fist my hair, pulling my head back. I whimper, feeling myself melt into him. I feel like I am caught in the flames and turning into a puddle as though I'm made of wax.
When I press harder into his body,
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