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Recap:

I shake my head. "Stay."

"Stay?" he asks, clearly surprised at my request.

I nod at him and loop my fingers with his.

"Stay, please?"

A warm, genuine smile spreads across his face.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

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Miles-

Isobel -

FYI this is a bit of a naughty chapter (not a sex scene though). This is your warning ;)

It is somewhat silent as I lead Miles down the dim hallway of my house.

I poke my head inside my room, to see that my bed is empty. I smile to myself, before glancing up at Miles.

"What?" he whispers.

I creep towards the spare room and push the door open. Kiarra is laying in there, sound asleep already. I lightly close the door.

"She always stays in my room, but she must have guessed you'd stay," I smile to him.

"See? That's why I always liked her more," Miles grins.

"She is pretty awesome," I nod in agreement.

I head into the bathroom. Miles follows me in and locks the door behind me. I raise an eyebrow at the gesture.

"Oh, are you taking a shower, too?" I tease, even though I was going to offer him first shower.

"Yep," he confidently replies, before peeling the navy t-shirt he is wearing, from his body.

My lips part as I openly rake my eyes over him. He runs his hand through his hair and smirks.

He moves slowly towards me, never wavering our eye contact. He sensually begins to unbutton my skirt. My breath hitches in my throat as his lips make contact with my collarbone. He drags his tongue across my skin.

Once the skirt is unbuttoned, he discards it onto the tiled floor beneath us. His warm hands rest on my hips, his fingers lightly tracing the lace outline of my underwear. I gulp, my mouth suddenly feeling dry as my nervousness begins to seep in.

Ever-so-slowly, he pulls my shirt up. I suck in a breath as he yanks it over my head, his eyes lowering to my exposed skin. His fingers begin to trace patterns across my chest.

"I can feel your heart racing," he murmurs, pressing his hand more firmly into me. "It feels like it could leap out into my hand."

I nod at him, too breathless to speak.

"Are you nervous?" he murmurs, pulling my hand up to his mouth and leaving a soft trail of kisses down the inside my wrist.

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely.

"Really?" he asks, his warm tongue brushing my skin teasingly.

I nod, my lips parting once more.

In one fluid movement, he hoists me onto the counter. I hear my tooth brush and tooth paste crash into the sink, and the hand soap fall over. His hands run up my thighs and I can feel my body shaking with anticipation.

"Isobel Maye Collins," he whispers into my ear, his fingers toying with the edge of my underwear. "I love you."

I weakly fall against the mirror as he begins to tug the material down my legs. I feel too breathless to respond to his confession. His lips claim mine and I let him kiss me deeply as he fingers begin to move against me. My eyes flutter closed at the feel of him. My stomach begins to make a flip-flop motion.

Parting my legs and pulling me closer to the edge, he drops low, before burying his head in between them. A sharp gasp leaves my lips as his tongue snakes across me. I bite my lip, hard, to stop myself making a sound. I grip the edge of the bench, my legs tensing around his shoulders.

"Still taste as good as ever," I hear him murmur and my cheeks burn a fiery red at his dirty words.

The movement of his tongue twists faster and I whimper, almost begging him to stop, because I feel so uncomfortable but good at the same time.

"Miles," I breathe as my eyes screw shut.

A sensation, that only Miles has ever made me feel, begins to stir in my stomach.

His thumbs rub circles into my skin as he continues. I bring my hand to my mouth and bite down onto it as I let out a cry. I sag back against the mirror, my head banging into it, but I hardly feel it.

Standing, Miles wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins. I feel like that only happened within seconds, whereas I've probably been sitting here for minutes. I don't know. Time muddles together when I'm with Miles.

"So, ready for that shower now?" he asks me, before leaning over and turning on the nozzle.

I can feel my legs quivering as I stay on the sink bench, trying to normalise my breathing. He casually grabs my tooth brush, it's easy to tell as I have written Isobel in white-out, to stop Alec using mine and saying he 'couldn't tell the difference' . Miles tears open the new packet mum bought and grabs one for himself.

He places our tooth brushes onto the ledge of the sink in the shower, before turning to me with a lazy smirk.

"Isobel?"

Blinking slowly, I nod.

He lets out a quiet laugh and pulls me down from the bench. Our skin connects, sending tiny little electric currents shooting through my body. He turns me around and with a quick flick of his fingers, undoes my bra clasp. He gently pushes me towards the shower. In a daze, I step inside, the cool water washing down my face and slicking my dark hair to my skin.

I not-so-subtly watch him step out of his jeans. The only light in the room is the moonlight, which is pouring through the window, providing enough light for us to make out the outline of each other.

When he steps into the shower with me, I can feel the heat from his skin. I let my arms snake around his neck and my forehead presses into his.

We stay silent for a few moments, just embracing each other, before we brush our teeth. I also take my time to lather my hair with shampoo.

"That smells amazing," he compliments me.

"Thanks," I grin.

"May I?" he asks me, as he turns the soap over in his hand, making it foamy.

"O-okay," I stammer as he begins to rub his hands over me, not really waiting for my permission.

"Your heart is still racing," he teases as he delicately begins to wash my skin.

"You make my body do crazy things," I whisper and let out a soft moan as his hand sinks lower.

"Does it?" he smirks.

The way he is tenderly rubbing patterns into my skin, makes the gesture seem so incredibly intimate. I lean into his touch as he turns me, continuing the rubbing sensation across my back and shoulder blades.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers.

I smile into the darkness. He takes the shower head from the holder and begins to wash away the soap. I tilt my head back as he runs his fingers through my hair. I sigh in bliss. For a night that went so crazy and horrible, it has taken a very nice turn.

When he finishes, I draw in an encouraging breath, before lathering my hands up with soap.

He smiles, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. "What are you doing?"

I shrug as I plant my hands on his chest. I see his Adam's apple bob up and down as I slowly run my hands over his torso.

"Mmm," he murmurs softly.

I bite my lip softly as my fingers run over his freckled shoulders and sharp collarbones.

He leans forward and kisses my forehead softly as I go lower. His abs feel amazing underneath my fingertips as they glide across them quickly. When my hands sink lower, he lets out a hissing sound and grips my free wrist.

"Oh," he groans.

I smile as I continue. "Yes?"

"Keep... going..." he drags out breathlessly.

I can't hold back my grin when I realise I have just as much affect on him, as he does to me. My hands are slippery as they move and the faster I go, the tighter his grip on my wrist increases. For however long we are standing there, the only sounds around us is the steady stream of the water and our laboured breathing. He lets out a short, fast pant, before a loud groan escapes him. I slap my free hand to his mouth, even though it's too late.

"Shh!" I giggle.

"Sorry," he grunts, leaning back against the tiles. "I couldn't help it."

I laugh quietly and remove my hands, running them under the water. I re-apply the soap and begin to wash his back, like he did to me. I lightly slap his butt on my way down and he looks over his shoulder at me.

"Isobel Collins," he smirks. "That was naughty."

I roll my eyes and wash the soap, before placing it back into the holder. I don't get a chance to wash the soap from my hands, before he slams me against the cold tiles. I gasp at the sudden intensity. His lips move to mine and I moan into his mouth. I feel him pressed against me and my legs tense again.

He groans and the sound is desperate and longing.

"I want you," he whispers. "So badly."

"I can tell," I whisper haughtily, gesturing to the hardness pressed against my thigh, even though I only just relieved him, mere seconds ago.

I grab his face and force his lips to mine again. We continue to make out against the shower wall. I can taste the peppermint toothpaste on his tongue and the water lapping across his lips. My fingers slip across his skin as he moves his hips against mine.

"I want you, too," I moan back.

"Soon," he whispers. "Not tonight, but soon."

I nod in agreement as he kisses down my jaw.

Suddenly, there is a loud rasp on the door.

"Hurry the fuck up!" I hear Finn growl. "If I get in there and there's no hot water left, I will kill you in your sleep, Isobel!"

I slap my hand to my mouth to hold in my giggles. Miles rolls his eyes and steps back. Finn will go mental if he knows what I'm doing in here.

I quickly step out and towel off, while Miles stays in the shower a few moments longer, rinsing off. Finn killed the mood, pretty quick.

We share one more kiss, before I open the door. Finn is standing there, arms folded.

"Finally! I was beginning to think you were dead-" his words abruptly cut off when he sees Miles standing in nothing but a towel, behind me. His eyes blaze immediately and his nostrils flare. "You are dead."

With my free hand, I slam it against his chest, for the second time tonight.

"If you can have Becca over," I snarl, narrowing my eyes into slits. "I can have Miles here."

"I'm not feeling her up in the main fucking bathroom!" he hisses.

"No, you're doing that in your bed," I point out. "You already let me down once tonight, Finn. Don't do it again."

His face falls. "Is-"

"Stop it," I say through gritted teeth. I turn to Miles and incline my head. "Go."

He gives Finn a charming smile, before sauntering down the hallway to my room. I can physically feel the rage radiating from Finn.

"Calm down," I tell him curtly. "You are my brother, not my father. Okay?"

He is fuming. He glares at me as I smile sweetly back, before padding down the hallway. When I enter my room, I lock the door, as an extra security that Finn won't come barging in with fists raised.

I throw on a loose shirt and pat-dry my hair once more with the towel. I glance over to Miles, who is only dressed in his briefs. He climbs into my bed and collapses, throwing his arm under his head.

"I love your bed," he tells me. "It's so comfortable and the pillows smell like you."

"It's pretty good," I nod and my cheeks warm at his words.

I grab my towel and his. I hang them up in the laundry, as when I pass the bathroom, the shower is running and I know Finn is in there.

When I make it back to my room, I crawl into bed beside him.

I snuggle up against his chest. Miles plants a soft kiss on my lips and I sigh blissfully.

For a messed up night, this ended the most perfect way possible.

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Did you guys enjoy the steaminess between Miles and Isobel or nah?

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