Done for (Miles!E42 x Reader)
Oh he was done for.
A pretty girl like you moves into the apartment next door? Lord have mercy.
Why is his breath leaving his lungs? Stop that.
Your eyes glistening a bit as your face lit up when his momma talked to you and your dad, how could he not stare? You had this reserved side to you yet you held up a conversation well enough.
Shit, his mom was looking over at him standing in his doorway gaping at you as his heart beat out of his chest.
“Hijo, come.” She said, motioning for him to walk over. The sound of his raging heartbeat raged in his ears as his feet carried him over. His hands were trying not to shake.
No, stop that! He’s not a fool who drops everything for a girl. He doesn’t shake from anxiety for anyone. He’s not a ‘wuss’. He cursed under his breath but God the look on your face when he looked back. The little wave you gave, the way your lips perfectly curled into a sheepish smile.
“Uh hey.” He said before silently scolding himself for sounding stupid. His face was stoic, the front he put on for the messed up world he never wants to be vulnerable to again, yet he was trying not to crack a smile. He liked that you seemed even more fidgety when he talked to you. Your thumbs fiddling with each other.
“You’re welcome to join us for dinner, of course only if you’d like.” Your dad offered with a kind smile. His eyes crinkled a bit like yours when his expression went soft. Miles glanced at his mother, assuming she’ll politely pass, it’d been a while since she had people over or went to someone’s house.
“We’d be glad to.” She, surprisingly, replied. Miles stared at her like she grew an extra head. She gave him a dismissive glance.
With few final simple goodbyes to part ways temporarily, Miles followed his mom back to their own apartment.
“Mama, Qué fue eso?” (What was that?)He asked with a frown, his eyebrows scrunching a bit.
“Hijo, se de mente abierta, her family is in a rough patch.” (Be open minded) She said in a hushed tone as she closed the door.
“So? Am I supposed to have a pity party with her?” He asks with a scowl. He felt guilty about saying it but he hated when people assumed pity.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” She responded with a gentle look. He sighed and dismissed it with a slight hand gesture.
“‘Ight, yeah I get it.” He mumbles with a sigh. But he hated himself for wanting you to come over, excited even.
He hated himself even more when he actually bothered to put on cologne when his mom called to him that they should head over in the next few minutes.
The first that filtered through his mind when he saw your apartment was it was just as soothing looking as you. In relation, the next thought was how your outfit made you look ever so pretty and he wanted to hold you close enjoying the softness of you. He shooed the thought away quickly.
His breath hitched in his throat when he glanced at the open door to your room.
He would hang out with you, maybe talk about movies or music as he sat next to you on the pretty comforter of your bed. You would laugh when he made a stupid joke, he would drink in the warm laughter as he leaned a bit. He would glance at your eyes before his gaze flickered to your lips. Your flustered face would be enough for him to grin and lean closer, just close enough to-
He stopped his absurd little daydream with an embarrassed look as you said something to him.
“My bad, what’d you say?” He asks as you giggle a bit at him. His heart warmed at you soft laughter.
“You like comic books? I have a small collection.” You offer with a smile.
“Yeah, cool.” He responded, fighting the urge to cringe at his words.
Your room was a little messy but mostly neat, he kind of liked it, it gave it a sense of authenticity. He enjoyed the way your face lit up as you talked about some of your interests. He hated it when people talked to much but damn he loved listening to you.
He made it a regular occurrence from then on to go over to your place, when he wasn’t on a job for his uncle that is who coincidentally, wasn’t at dinner because of said kind of ‘job’. At times, if it was late, he would climb through your window which you left unlocked for him.
He didn’t like being told what to do, but he would do anything if you’d asked. He often multi-tasked, accepting your calls if the ‘job’ wasn’t complex and required minimal effort, much to his uncle’s distaste.
“Put down the damn phone, call your girl later.” He would scold Miles.
“Not my girl” He would say. But there was always a lingering unsaid “yet”.
And tonight was going to be the night that you were actually his girl, is what he decided. He slipped his phone away in the pocket of his cargo pants as he got ready to head back to his apartment, well actually your room, but no one needs to know that.
His heartbeat quickened when he climbed through the window as he looked up to where you were scrolling on your phone, unsuspecting to the confession he was going to awkwardly make.
No. He can do this, cool and confident. That’s his thing, this is easy.
“Your dad home?” He asks to which you shake your head. He grins and plops next to you on the bed before taking your phone and gently tossing it to the side. You look at him confused and before you can protest he cuts you off.
“I’ve been thinking lately, y’know?” He starts with a simple smile as you chuckle a bit.
“Uh huh.. where is this going?” You ask suspiciously as you playfully roll your eyes. He placed a hand under your chin to pull your face closer to which your skin heats up.
”Everytime I look at this face of yours, I realize I ain’t want a friend in you.” He says, feigning a frown as he drops his hand which at the same time your heart drops.
“What? Did.. I do something?” You ask frantically with worry. He then suddenly grins and shakes his head.
“I need more than that, you’re way too damn pretty not to be my girl.” He says confidently though in reality his insides were churning with anxiety. His face softens when your face lights up and your cheeks redden.
“You what? I mean, you.. want like..?” You struggle to form a question as your mind races.
“Yes, I want you.” He says with a slight snort. When you smile he feels his nerves letting up just a bit. He waits for a response but he raises his eyebrows when you lean closer. Before he can react to question it your warm lips were on his. It takes a few seconds before his hand grabs your side to pull you close as his eyes fall closed and he kisses you back intently. He couldn’t get over how soft it was, how his skin tingled. He hums against your lips before pulling away.
“That a yes?” He asks with a cocky grin. You laugh a little and before he knows it your lips are on his again. He can’t help but lean into it as your arms wrap around his neck and you lean into the arrangement of pillows as he holds you close to his body. When he parts for air his lips immediately find yours again as his hands desperately cling to your sides, his body engulf with the warmth of your bodies touching. He breaks away for air as he breathes in rapidly.
“Cariño.. you’re gorgeous..” He mutters quietly. You chuckle a bit before giving a slight shake of the head.
“Yeah? I’m not so sure about that.” You respond. He frowns.
“Nah, you are. Eres muy hermosa..” You murmurs before his lips find their way to your neck. You gasp a little as his lips softly kiss your skin.
As his hands find your sides you suck your stomach in
“Het, quit that.” He says with a frown. “I like holding you, nice and soft.”
You frown and shift a little. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”
“Nah, I think your body’s perfect.” He says with a grin, a little amused at your expression which exposes your easily flustered personality.
“.. Thank you..” You mutter as your eyes glisten.
“No problem mi amor.” He replies before he brings your lips to his again.