Wear What You Want, I can Fight
"You think this is good?"
You couldn't help but ask your boyfriend as you walked into your room, Miles laid down on your bed, scrolling on his phone before he looked up at you.
He couldn't help but give a small smirk, truly thinking you looked great and beautiful in your outfit.
"You look good, babe." Miles said, nodding as he looked you over with a small smirk.
"You don't think it's too much?" You asked, looking at yourself in the mirror as you picked your outfit apart.
"Won't there be like…guys there?" You asked, looking at him from the mirror, seeing his confused face as he sat up.
"Yeah, so?" Miles raises a brow as he gets up, stepping forward to be closer to you as his hand rests on your hip.
"You won't…you won't get mad if they looked at me?" You asked, confused at how nonchalant he was.
You were used to boyfriends controlling what you wore, or being jealous and hating whenever you dressed up out of insecurity of others looking at you.
Miles shook his head, chuckling as the smirk remained, his arm sliding over your shoulder as you smiled, holding his hand and laughing as his hand in your hip brushed your side a bit, tickling you.
"Nah. You look good babe," Miles reassured you, his hand running up your side before he laid a kiss on your shoulder.
"Wear what you want. I can fight." Miles said it so calmly you couldn't help but giggle, Miles couldn't help but chuckle with you.
A second later Miles used his hand to cup your cheek, turning head towards him as he kissed you, feeling your lips smile into the kiss.
You turned around as he wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand running down your side to feel your skin in your outfit, revealing or not, you looked amazing to him.
Miles kept his arm around your waist, lips never leaving each other's, only for breath and to come back a moment later.
Others would look, but he was the one making you feel good about yourself everyday, either by kissing or other ways.