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Recap:

I am running. I am weaving through the crowd of people, feeling my heart crushing inside my chest with every step. He calls for me but I don't turn around. I feel like someone has a grip on my heart and with each agonising step, they are squeezing tighter and tighter.

Tears spill from my eyes as I run, hardly drawing a breath.

I am a damn fool.

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"Isobel!"

His voice is loud, which means he must only be steps behind me. I push my legs to go faster, even though I know I can never outrun him.

"Wait!" he insists, his fingers curling around my wrist. He reefs me back and I stumble back from the force. He steadies me quickly and I glare down at the ground, my chest heaving.

"What?" I spit through my teeth, desperately trying to keep my eyes from pooling.

"You can't believe that I would do that," he says with disbelief, his hand tightening. "I just confessed my love for you. Why would I throw that all away, for some girl I don't even know?"

"I don't know Miles, because you like to torture me?" I exclaim, whirling around to face him. "You're angry at me for pushing you out? You want me to experience the kind of hurt we put you through?" I am yelling at this point, I am crying and I am humiliated beyond words.

His shoulders sag. "I don't blame you for cutting me out. I hurt you badly. I ruined everything. I wouldn't come back here and try this hard to be back with you, to screw you over again. I know that you battle to trust me, but I am telling you the truth. I have no idea who that girl is. I promise you."

"She was in your bed." I cry out, wrenching my wrist from his hold, so I can rake my fingers through my hair. "She knew your name."

"I don't even know who she is!" he argues, his cheeks flushed. "I swear to you. I've never seen her before."

"This makes no sense," I groan, tugging at my hair painfully. "How can I believe you?"

"I don't know," he sighs, rubbing his face. "I don't know if this was some plan of Emily's. She knew I was meeting up with you tonight."

"Why would she do this to me? She doesn't even know me?" I huff.

"She wants what she can't have," he sighs, looking mature beyond his years in this moment. "It's all a game to her. She knows I love you and she wants to play with that fact. She's unstable. I told you that."

"You promise you've never seen that girl?" I whine, sounding pathetic. "You've never done anything with her?"

"I promise." he says to me, reaching out for my hands.

I slide my fingers through his. He pulls me to him and wraps his arms comfortingly around me. I let out an exhale as I bury my face into his chest, feeling tired.

"I'm really sorry you thought I would betray you like that," he murmurs, his hand rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry I thought you would." I mumble.

"I've given you plenty of reasons not to trust me. I know it's hard for you."

"I don't want you to go back there," I whisper, holding him closer.

"I have to," he chuckles, taking a step back, but still holding my hand loosely in his. "I have nowhere else to go."

My face crumples. I wish I could bring him back to my house, but it wouldn't go down well.

"You could stay with me?" he asks nervously.

"In that party house?" I raise an eyebrow.

"We can stay in my room and watch a movie, or something." he shrugs.

I bite my lip softly as I think. He smiles at me and drags me to him.

"Come on, say yes," he presses.

"Okay, I will," I nod with a smile. I don't know how I was yelling two seconds ago and now I am smiling. He makes me feel a little crazy. "Let me text mum."

A wide grin breaks out on his face as I pull out my phone. I tell her I am staying over at Samara's house. I make a note to myself, to speak with her soon about everything.

He runs his thumbs over my cheeks and clears away the tears stains. I smile at him, loving the intimate gesture. He throws an arm around my shoulder as we walk back to his house. I mentally prepare myself for going back in there.

As I step inside, the party is much the same, most people in the same positions. I see the girl that was in Miles' room, is now dressed, as she walks down the hall, whispering into another guy's ear, holding his hand. She doesn't look our way as she passes, as if she doesn't even recognise us. I shake my head and exchange a look with Miles.

"Back so soon?" a whiny voice says to my left.

I sigh as I face Emily, who has a smirk on her face. She's holding a red, plastic cup in her hand, filled with dark liquid.

Miles casually reaches out and smacks the bottom of it. It splashes up on her face and on the top of her skimpy outfit. Her eyes widen and nostrils flare as she gasps. She steps back, the cup dropping to the carpeted floor beneath us.

"What the hell was that for, Miles?" she screeches in outrage.

"You know what that was for," he snaps with an intense glare.

She scowls at him as she wipes her face. I cover my smile with my hand. I don't miss her heated glare as Miles drags me down the hall. I can't control my laughter as we walk into his room. Miles rolls his eyes.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

"No, no," I laugh with a grin, holding my hand up. "That was perfect. Thank you."

"Should I burn my sheets?" he asks sarcastically.

"Maybe."

Now that we're out of the cool wind, I shrug off my jacket, feeling too warm in here with it on.

"You wouldn't have a spare tooth brush, would you?" I ask him hopefully.

"I actually do," he laughs. "Only because I bought a pack of three the other day."

I follow him into his ensuite. He hands me the pink brush as he takes the already-used green one. I dampen it underneath the water, before letting him spread the toothpaste neatly across the brush. We wordlessly brush our teeth, pulling faces at each other while we do. Foams erupts from my mouth and dribbles down my chin attractively.

"Here," Miles says once we are back in his room.

He tosses me one of his shirts. I smile as I can smell his aftershave on it. I used to wear his shirts quite often.

I step out of my jeans and fold them neatly onto the chair of his desk. He leans against the wall and makes no attempt to hide the fact that he is watching me. My cheeks turn red as I pull my shirt over my head. I also fold it neatly, taking my time, letting him stare. I tug his maroon shirt over my body, the fabric falling to my mid-thigh. It is loose, comfortable and smells good.

I don't know what it is about guy's clothing, but they are so much better than girls.

"Isobel," he groans, walking over to the door, locking it. "You're a tease."

I smile as I walk to his bed. I crawl into it and slip my bare legs underneath the covers, ignoring the fact that another girl was in here, minutes ago. He turns the light off. He pulls up Netflix and we decide on a comedy that we've both never seen.

After about ten minutes, I roll over to him, not having paid any attention to the movie so far. It's impossible, when I'm this close to Miles. I can make out the outline of his body in the dimly lit room. He is shirtless, only wearing a pair of his old soccer shorts. I reach out and run my fingers down his arm.

He rolls to his side and stares at me.

"Come here," he says softly.

I shuffle closer.

"Closer," he demands.

I do as I'm told.

He drapes a hand over my waist and hugs me to him. The music is loud and I can hear drunk girls giggling as they stumble down the hallway, but all I care about is him. His thumb begins to rub circles into my hip, underneath the shirt. My skin feels hot as he touches me.

We are so close now that our noses are almost touching. His warm breath hits my lips. I close my eyes and let myself lean in. He kisses me slowly and softly, his fingers digging lightly into my skin.

My fingers run over his chest. He hooks my leg around his waist, crushing our bodies together.

His fingers playfully move up and down my leg, lightly dancing around the edge of my underwear. I press myself harder into him.

We kiss like that for a long time. I love the feel, taste and smell of him. I can't get enough.

We eventually break a part for air. I tangle myself into him, our legs intertwining. I feel him sigh softly as he rubs his hand on my thigh.

"Goodnight, Isobel." he whispers.

My eyes are heavy as I bury my head into his chest.

"Goodnight, Miles."

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When I wake the next morning, I am very confused for a moment.

The unfamiliar setting slowly processes through my brain. A soft groan escapes me as I rub my eyes, feeling like I had a very deep sleep, all night. I look over to Miles. He has his face buried into the pillow, his arm loosely draped over my abdomen. I smile down to him, lightly tracing my fingers over the freckles on his shoulders.

"Hmm," he mumbles, slowly stirring.

Eventually, he rolls onto his back. He reaches for me and a slow smile forms on his face.

"Hi."

"Hi," I say quietly, smiling at him.

Still having not opened his eyes, he wraps his arms around me. I laugh as he pulls me to him. I lay on his chest, his skin warm underneath mine.

As I lay my head on him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I look out the window. The sky is a white, off grey colour and I can hear rain hammering onto the tin roof.

"What's the sound?" Miles groans.

"It's raining," I explain, lightly tracing the outline of his abdominal muscles.

"Can we stay like this all day?" he questions and looks incredibly adorable, with his droopy eyes, ruffled hair and parted lips.

"Yes," I whisper with a sigh of content.

"Good," he nods, hugging me tighter.

I fall back to sleep soon after that and don't wake up for another hour or so. We're still in the same position. I roll off of Miles and stretch.

"No," he protests, reaching for me. "Come back."

I let out a laugh as he pulls me close. "Miles, I need to pee."

"Don't leave," he whines and I roll my eyes.

"I will be back in one minute," I assure him, detangling myself.

Shaking my head, I pad to the bathroom. I use the opportunity to brush my teeth. My stomach rumbles as I do. After running my fingers through my hair and wiping away any sleep gathered in my eyes, I walk back to his room.

He is sprawled on his back, his arms open, my pillow resting on his shoulder.

He pats the pillow. I grin and crawl into bed, snuggling up to him.

"I love the rain," I say to him softly.

"I know, you always have," he smiles.

"The sound on the tin roof is so relaxing," I mumble with a smile. "Don't you agree?"

I feel him nod. "Yeah, it is."

"I liked sleeping with you," I tell him. "I slept very well."

"Me too," he agrees, kissing my hair. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving," I admit with a sheepish smile.

I move so that he can get up. He hovers over me and kisses my nose. I smile at him as he reels back.

"I can do eggs and bacon?" he suggests.

"Sure, I'll come help."

"Stay. Relax." he insists. "Orange juice?"

"I will help," I tell him.

"No, you're the guest. I will make you breakfast in bed," he says firmly.

I roll my eyes. "Okay. Yes, please, to the orange juice."

As he gets to his feet, I hug my pillow to me as I watch him. He stretches and groans, his muscles flexing deliciously. I pull my lip between my teeth as my hormones go into overdrive. He ruffles his hand through his hair and shoots me a lazy, sleep-filled smile, before he exits his room.

Faintly, I can hear music and wonder if people are still partying. I check my phone, to see the time is 10am. I reply to Samara's message and open all the snapchats that I received from last night. I continue to go through my notifications on my apps, until the sound of the door opening and the smell of bacon gains my attention.

"That looks so good," I groan as he places the plate in front of me.

I take the glass from him as he disappears back through the door. I cringe at the funny taste, as I only brushed my teeth a little while ago. I place it beside me and take a bit of bacon into my mouth.

He returns, sitting beside me with his own breakfast.

"Your cooking has gotten better," I say to him with a mouth full of food.

"I had to cook a lot when I was away," he explains. "Got good at it, I guess."

"I've been baking a bit with mum. I'm slowly getting better," I laugh, my mouth watering at the taste of the crispy bacon.

Miles puts the movie back on that we started last night. This time, I pay attention as I finish eating. I eat everything on the plate and finish my glass. I lay back and pat my belly, feeling very satisfied.

He scoops me back into his arms and I smile, loving the feel of this.

"Can we stay like this?" he asks me.

"Like what?" I ask him.

"Like this," he says, hugging me tighter. "Uncomplicated and together."

I lean back into him and smile.

"I hope so."

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