Finally, my gaze settled on him, sitting in a leather chair by the fireplace.
Miles.
I got a good look at him.Still cute as ever, his hair a little longer, his bony wrists hanging off his knees.
That was when I saw it.
His new leg, jutting out from beneath his athletic shorts.
He looked up at me, his bright green eyes shining like stars.
“Mercy!”he smiled, getting up.
I froze, wanting to rush to him, but he was in front of me within a second.
He wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug, and suddenly, I relaxed.
We were no longer trapped beneath metal.
We were safe.
We were alive.
I breathed in his scent.Axe.The ocean one I bought him for Christmas.
He held me out in front of him and looked at me with a smile.
“Have you eaten?”he asked.
I shook my head.“No, Dad drove me straight here from the campus.”
“Oh, right,” he said, nodding.“When do you start your classes?”
His hand slid down my back, coming to a rest above my ass.
I felt my cheeks heat.
“Friday,” I said.“You?”
Miles guided me to the register, and I got the strangest feeling like someone was watching me.I looked around, but I didn’t see anyone looking at me.The mother at the table was cutting up her daughter’s cinnamon roll, and the teenagers were filming themselves, completely enamored with their devices.
Weird.
“Monday,” he said.“I’m just doing online until doc clears me to drive.”
“You’ll get there,” I told him.“I have faith in you.”
“That makes one of us,” he said as he nodded to the menu.
“What’ll it be, baby?””
Heat filled my cheeks and I knew I blushed six shades of red.I didn’t think I’d ever get over the way I felt when he did that.
It was dumb, I knew that, but I was a romantic.Sue me.
“French vanilla latte and...Split a cinnamon roll with you?”
Miles nodded as the cashier rang us up.
