Seriously?
"Man, Fuck it." He whispered, loud enough for both of them to hear.
He had made his decision.
Margo, who was still working the strings, retaliated when she heard what he said. She knew he wasn't talking about her, yet she still did. Her quick and sly comments were both her flaw and her strong suit.
"What? You gonna jump off a—-" Miles captured her in a tight embrace that nearly pulled her off the ground. His embrace and warm chest warmed Margo’s newly freed face as he rested his chin on her head.
Her words died in her throat. His action took her back. He was warm. So warm that it felt safe. Safe enough to bring back every emotion she felt a few hours ago. She bit her lips to stop herself from crying. Trying not to smile at how perfectly his arms wrapped around her body, Miles groaned, his heart beating loudly.
He was walking on a fine line right now.
A few minutes of silence went by before he pulled back. He knew a curse was coming at him if he had given her the time to compose herself. So, on borrowed time, he cradled the face of the girl, who, with just a smile, could take his breath with both hands, compelling her to look at him. She cocked her brow at him.
Her puffy eyes, red nose, and the snow falling on her cheeks made her look ethereal, and her swollen lips, oh, her swollen lips. He had to stop himself from smiling at the thought that he had done that.
He definitely did not go easy on her with that “fake” kiss.
Miles cleared his throat, fighting the red trying to make its way to his cheek. "Get home safe, and please don’t strangle the driver. He's innocent." He pleaded.
Margo blinked for a few minutes, adjusting herself to the change in the atmosphere, and when she did, she smiled. "Don’t worry about that." She began, a grin dancing on her lips. For Miles Morales, that was a bad sign. And soon enough, Margo’s hands rose. "cuz imma strangle you—" He quickly docked, escaping her onslaught and almost falling down, and with a heartfelt laugh, which he felt guilty about, he ran away.
This was the longest he had spoken to her and he loved every moment of it.
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Margo sighed as she blew hot air into her hands. Was she too harsh on him? He was her ex-boyfriend's friend, not hers, so even if he was aware, he owed her no loyalty. No reason to tell her.
"Yo, Miles, Have you seen Margo? I gotta break up with that bitch." The memory of her ex saying that to Miles, who was kissing her, came back to her. She was grateful Miles' body was large enough to conceal hers because that was the only way she could hear him say those words.
Letting her emotions get the best of her, she yelled, "Fuck that piece of shit!!" While kicking the back of the passenger's seat.
The driver almost shed his skin as he stopped the car. "Ummmm, miss," he murmured, his gaze fixed on Margo in the backseat. "Do you perhaps want to get off here?" He inquired, terrified for his life.
Margo lifted her head, which had been buried in her hands, and murmured, "Drive." Her voice left no room for arguments, so he complied instantly. He was never coming back to this neighborhood ever again.
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"Seriously? Is this why you asked me to break up with her?" The sound of his closest friend's voice approaching halted Miles as he was getting into his car. "So you could fuck her?"
"I asked you to break up with her, not fucking bring the girl you were fucking along, man." Miles smacked him on the chest. Nothing provocative. He was just emphasizing his point.