"Wanna watch a movie?" Miles asked while we laid on the bed, him lying on his back with one of his arms behind his head while I laid my head on his chest and kept my arm across his stomach. As for his other arm, he would alternate between either keeping it around me or stroking my hair.

"Yeah sure," I said as I looked up at him. "But which one?" I asked, scrunching my face up in confusion.

He looked down at me with a small smile playing on his lips and tapped my nose with his finger.

"Let's check out your collection," He said.

As Miles and I checked out my movie collection, I gasped as I finally spotted a movie I wanted to watch. He turned to look at me.

"Which one?"

"How about 27 Dresses?" I suggested.

Miles scrunched his face up. "No way in hell."

"Please?" I begged and he shook his head, still stubbornly saying no. "Please?" I tried again, using puppy dog eyes and a pout for effect.

One look at me and his face softened. "Okay fine," He said with a sigh as he closed in on me and tenderly kissed my cheek. I immediately smiled widely and clapped my hands in excitement.

"By the way, have you watched it before?" I questioned him as we sat down and waited for the movie to start.

He looks anywhere but at me and scratches the back of his neck.

"No," He simply says.

"Okay," I said with a shrug as I turned my gaze to the screen on my bedroom wall.

"We could go to the theatre room?" I suggested, almost cursing myself for not mentioning it earlier, before we even set up for the movie. "I should have asked before we set everything up. Sorry, do you want to move?"

Miles smiled a bit, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb for a while and driving me completely crazy. His mesmerizing green eyes gazed into mine before he shook his head a bit.

"Nah, this here..." he said, nodding. "This is perfect. The surroundings or even the size of the screen doesn't make it more fun for me. The fact that you are here with me is more than enough."

"Stop being all moist on me," I teased, trying to lighten up the mood as I covered my face in shyness.

He laughed at me and we both focussed on the movie after a while as it had just started.

***

"Ugh, I hate how selfish Tess is." I said in irritation, "Jane and George should be together but she just had to get in the way, didn't she? Tess always gets what she wants!" I said while shaking my head.

Miles laughs. "Relax it's not like they end up together anyways." He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. "How do you know?" I had tried watching this film a while ago but never even got to the middle. He said he hasn't watched it yet so how would he know?

"It's pretty obvious," He shrugged.

I smacked my forehead. "This is a rom-com, Miles." I reminded him, "So there's no doubt that Jane Nichols will have some happy ending with the guy of her dreams. And there's only one guy in the movie so far, who's George by the way, so how is it obvious?" I raised my brow as I questioned him.

"George is actually going to end up with Tess, duh!" He started, making me beam in annoyance. "And it hasn't been too long since the movie started, so there's going to be another male introduced who Jane will fall for. Then there's always something wrong he'll do to make Jane angry, causing their break-up, cause that's what happens in all rom-coms. Then one of them realises they're in love and chases after the other one, duh!" He ended with a roll of his eyes and I reached out to pinch him on the side of his stomach.

"OW! what was that for?!" He asked incredulously, rubbing the sore spot with furrowed brows.

"I don't like to be ridiculed like that," I said as I pursed my lips.

"Oh yeah? And I don't like violence," He added as a counter.

I smiled sarcastically. "Well then I guess we both know for next time right?"

"But seriously, what if the guy is actually George?" I asked.

"It's not because the other guy's name is Kevin Doyle and they end up together. Hell, they even get married in the end," Miles explained without so much as a doubt or pause. Having realised his slip-up, I watched as his eyes slowly widened before he slowly closed them in shame, muttering incoherent words under his breath.

I stared at him open-mouthed, unable to believe my ears. "You've watched this movie before!" My lips stretched out into a wide smile at what I just found out.

All the colour drained from his face as he realised that he got himself busted.

"You're such a softie!" I teased with a laugh. "Who would have known? THE Miles Kramer watches rom-coms?"

He groans, covering his face. "You're never going to let it go are you?"

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p' as I laughed. I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"What? Now you wanna go be with the Mac DeMarco guy instead?" He teased.

I giggled at that, looking up to see his lips spread into a smile as he saw me laugh. Can't say I don't love it when he's all jealous and possessive of me.

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"My first kiss was my very first girlfriend, Hannah." Miles told me, "As I told you before, Malibu Barbies aren't really for me. She's the one who made me come to that realisation. We probably shouldn't count relationships that took place when we were still younger but it makes no difference either way, I guess."

I pushed all the feelings of jealousy I had from what he just told me. I have no right to be jealous, I'm not even his girlfriend. And although it's a fact, it hurt too much to admit it – even if it was only internal. He just said she wasn't his type but the mere thought of him having been with other girls who aren't me just made me want to gorge someone's eyes out. And he's obviously not a virgin, he's definitely helped another girl put it in.

Oh crap, I'm getting pissed just thinking about it.

"Hey," He said with a frown as he snapped me right back to reality. "Why has your face gone red all of a sudden? You look mad."

I sighed, "Nothing."

I could see he wanted to inquire further but decided to just let it go. Besides, what would I have said my reason for being mad was? I'd just sound so stupid and insecure.

We were still in my room but we weren't watching the movie anymore. I told him I didn't want to watch anymore because he had spoilt it for me already. So now we were just telling each other about our first kiss experience. This is very tricky considering the fact that he was my first kiss and I'm not sure I wanted him to know that.

He'll probably think I'm a prude.

"What about you?" He asked, ready to hear my story.

"Uh..." I started, not really wanting to say anything about him being my first kiss. What's he going to think of me?

Miles checks the time on his watch. "9:30pm," He says.

I raise my eyebrows in question, wondering why he randomly mentioned the time.

"I'm just wondering when you'll answer me, no big deal," He shrugged nonchalantly.

I smiled a bit at his teasing, before it faltered and he seemed to notice. He paid attention, alright.

He reached out for my hands and interlinked our fingers. "You can tell me, you know that right?" He said softly, trying to meet my gaze which was fixed on the bed.

I nodded.

"So, who was it?" He asked, his gaze was soft, expectant, and patient at the same time.

This was before a thought seemingly crossed his mind and the colour drained from his face and his eyes widened, "Don't tell me it was—"

Already knowing where he was going with this, I cut him off with a chuckle, "The Mac DeMarco guy? What if it was?"

He gave me the side-eye, all signs of playfulness out the window.

"Okay fine, I'll stop teasing you." I rolled my lips back.

"You better." He said, "Or I might have to shut you up the only way I know how."

My jaw dropped. "Is this how you've been flirting with girls all your life?"

"Why? Does that bother you?" He used my words against me from our conversation in the car earlier today and I beamed at him in irritation, to which he chuckled softly.

"Occasionally, yes." He shrugged, "But most times I did it purely because I was bored."

Men.

I gasped, "Is this one of those times?"

He frowned at me, his eyes boring into mine. "It's not flirting for the sake of boredom if I genuinely like you, Tyler."

Unable to restrain myself, I smiled at his words, and he kissed my forehead.

"Enough diverting, pretty girl." He said, stroking my hair gently, "Who was your first kiss?"

I took a deep breath before telling him. "It was you." I said, my voice in a whisper as I looked up at him.

His eyes slightly widened in shock as he heard this.

Great, he's probably pissed he got involved with a prude in the first place. Guys like experienced girls. Girls who will show them a great time. I don't know why I thought I could probably have a chance with him.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, avoiding his gaze as my eyes started to burn.

When I looked up to see his reaction, he whipped his head in my direction in concern and confusion as he cupped my cheeks.

"What? Why? It's completely fine, baby." He reassured me.

"But I know next to nothing about sexual intimacy. You'd probably spend more time teaching me stuff, rather than enjoying yourself most times." I voiced out my thoughts.

"Tyler, I don't give a fuck about that." He told me as he lifted up my chin so I could look into his eyes. "Listen. I want you to know that there's no expectations I have of you. You don't ever have to bend over backwards for me or feel like you're not good enough over such petty things, okay?"

I opened my mouth to argue further but he cut me off, "Do you expect me to change myself for you?"

I shook my head in response.

"Exactly. And I wouldn't want you to change yourself for me either. I like you just the way that you are, Tyler. Okay?" He raised his brow slightly as he said this softly and I nodded, my eyes watering.

Oh screw my life, I think I'm falling even more now.

"Good." He smiled, "Kiss me?"

His tone was soft yet demanding and filled with desire as his green orbs intensely gazed into mine.

I leaned in, my gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips continuously. Our lips met and I pecked him on the lips before pulling back to meet his darkened green eyes.

He tightened his hold on my waist and pulled me back to him so our bodies could collide once again, this time at a closer proximity before he dipped his head lower and crashed his lips down to mine with urgency.

I lifted my arms and put them around his neck, immediately responding to the kiss despite being caught off-guard. Miles picked up the pace of the kiss and I gasped into him while he took this opportunity to let his tongue gain entrance.

I moaned as our tongues interlinked and I tugged at his hair, making him groan. The sound of his groan had me wanting to release yet another moan, which I let out.

Taking a leap of faith and trying something I've never tried before, I bit on Miles' lower lip before running my tongue over that same spot. This time he released a deep groan and a loud sound of pleasure from the back of his throat.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy." He mumbled against my lips.

I didn't want this moment to end.

One thing about making out with your best friend's boyfriend... the first time you do it, the guilt kills you. The second time is easier but the third time onwards? It's literally a cruise. It's wrong. I know it is.

I don't want to hurt her, but all that is me yearns for Miles. He's the only one for me. I know it sounds cheesy but I cannot imagine a life without him.