That earns me another round of laughter and some compliments, which I soak up.
I run my fingers through my hair a few times so it looks sexily mussed, then right on time, the doorbell rings. Leo, Andy, and Teddy all look at each other, then bolt for the door, clearly wanting to be the one to answer and likely fuck with Miles. I hurry and get my socks and shoes on, entering the living room as Teddy asks, “What are your intentions with our fratbro?”
I cross my arms and lean against the wall. “Yes, Miles. Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”
“None of your business,” Miles snaps, but with less fire than usual, as if unsure how to act around them.
“It was a joke,” Andy pipes in. “You know…being funny? Breaking the ice.”
“Hey, chill,” I tell him.
“Whatever,” Miles says. “What’s between us is between us.”
I figure that’s as good as it’s going to get for now. I can’t push too hard too fast.
“Exactly,” I say. “Don’t wait up, boys. Daddies will be out late.” I walk to the door, stopping right in front of Miles, cocking my head in a silent question. When he gives me a small nod, I press my lips to his, partly placating, partly staking my claim. “Let’s go on our date, boyfriend.”
He grumbles, but doesn’t argue, going outside with me.
“What was that all about?” Miles asks when we’re in his car, driving away.
“I wanted to make sure everyone knows where we stand.”
“Boyfriends.” The word sounds funny on his tongue.
“You don’t have to say it like you’re miserable.”
He chuckles. “I’m not. It’s just…weird. You must admit it’s weird.”
“Definitely weird,” I agree.
“It’s still messing with my head.”
“Same. But it’s nice too.”
“We’ll see about that,” Miles mumbles.
I laugh, not taking offense. I have a feeling he’s more worried about messing up or how he’ll measure up in the boyfriend department than anything else. I hate that Miles has such a low opinion of himself, when in reality he’s sweet, has a big heart, and is fiercely loyal. He proved that when I was upset about my father and when he shared what he did for Caleb. “You’re a good boyfriend.”
“Why in the hell are you saying that?” He looks scandalized.
“Because you planned a fun date for us and picked me up in hostile territory and everything.”
“Your frat brothers hate me.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Great, you’re lying to me already. How will this relationship ever work?”
I like sarcastic Miles. He makes me happy.
“We’re doing okay so far. It’s basically the same as before.”
“Only now we’re going on a date.”
I snicker. “Well, you did pay a thousand dollars for me.”
He groans like he still can’t believe he did that, and while I don’t want him to be out that money, I can’t deny it feels good to have him want me all to himself that much.
