It’snotmy best moment, but what am I supposed to say when Miles shows up unannounced?
The beautiful man smiles, eyes softening behind his blue glasses. His sandy blond hair is slightly messy, and his face is covered in a soft scruff. His cheeks are puffed out in the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.
For five long seconds, I stare at him, unable to breathe as my brain tries to catch up to reality.How is he even here?
When I still don’t move, Miles arches a brow. “Maybe I should’ve asked for whatever gets you to kiss me?”
I finally laugh and toss the rag on the counter before stepping around Declan. He watches me curiously as I duck under the divider between the bar and service area. Fuck lifting it. I’d have to clear it first, and that would take too long.
“Excuse me.” I sidestep two women, then squeeze between a group of men until I’m standing in front of Miles.
He turns on his heel, cheeks bright red and brows glistening with sweat. The fact that he’s nervous only makes this more surreal. Miles is as cool as a cucumber. Nothing gets to him. Except meeting me, apparently.
Was this why he’s been quiet for two days? Because he was planning to surprise me?
“I can’t believe this.” I pull him into my arms. His soft, warm body is heaven. Comforting. I melt against it.
Miles hugs me back, arms wrapping me tight. His scruffy face tickles my neck as he nuzzles against it, and he smells of lemons and vanilla.
“Why?” The word comes out choked as emotions wrack my chest. I bury my face in his shoulder, yet relief pours into every cell of my being. How did he know I needed this?
Miles doesn’t let go, stroking my back. It’s a long few minutes before his words make sense. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I’m crying? I pull back and hastily wipe my face. “Happy tears,” I blurt. “I’m just… shit, Miles. You’ve shocked the hell out of me!”Literally.I feel like I might float away.The darkness is momentarily gone.
His smile returns.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you once that I have money to blow, and I thought a weekend with you would be a perfect thing to spend it on.” He gives me a challenging look.
Oh, he better believe I remember the rest of what he said that night:“I’d blow my money on him, and then I’d blow him.”
My body stirs with unexpected desire.
I cup his face with one hand, taking in every freckle, every line. His blue eyes are brighter in person, even hidden behind the glasses, and he has a small scar on the left side of his chin that I want to know the story to. He’s only an inch or two shorter than me. Though his frame is bigger, we still fit together perfectly.
I can’t resist kissing him, and Miles immediately kisses me back, fisting my shirt. Someone whistles, causing Miles to pull away, cheeks flaming red.
A few people laugh, but I can’t look away from him. Declan whistles again.
“Fuck off, Declan,” I say. “I’ll tell you who he is later.”
Declan laughs. “I’m guessingthisis the boyfriend?”
Piper must have told him, but whatever. There are no secrets around these people. Not that I care. I want them to know Miles. They just don’t get the details until later, because right now, I want to be alone with him.
“Do you care if I take off?” I ask Declan.
His face becomes comically blank.
“I know we’re busy, but please, Dec? He’s not from here, and you know I’d never ask otherwise.”
His eyes dart between us with an unspoken question in them, but eventually he nods. “Yeah. Go. We’ll be fine.”
“Thank you.” I grab Miles’ hand and start walking away, but he pauses. “Wait. This is for you.”
I finally notice the red ceramic pot on the counter, and my eyes go wide. He brought me a Ficus? I almost laugh. I was going to buy him a plant too whenever—if ever—we met in person.
