Halp!

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These thoughts will kill me

If he were to be completely honest, he was damn near paralyzed with fear over telling her how long he'd liked her. His mind drifted to the first time he'd met Spencer. It had been like he was staring at a more dangerous version of Charlotte. Not dangerous as in he was worried she'd hurt someone physically, but because he knew she could hurt anyone emotionally. He'd been hooked on her ever since. Almost a decade?

Miles chewed on the inside of his cheek and stared at her for a moment, considering how honest he should actually be. He'd never lie to Spencer outright, but this was self-preservation! She hadn't even said if she liked him back.

"It's been...a little while...I mean, like...a long while." Oh he was going to regret giving her anything further than that.

But I think I’ve found the light.

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These thoughts will kill me

Miles was completely taken off guard when she kissed him. One, because he had never really kissed anyone before, at least not at an age where it counted. Two, this was only the girl of his dreams that he was kissing, no pressure. For a minute, he didn't even know what to do with his hands, until he settled for placing one on the side of her neck and the other on her waist. After a little bit longer, he felt a bit more comfortable with the whole thing. He was kissing the girl of his dreams, who'd have ever thought?

Reluctantly, he pulled away first, but kept his forehead against hers, "Is it safe to say that you kinda dig me too?" Miles lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile. Even though his words came out far more confident than he felt, he was worried that his shaking hands or hammering heart would give him away. The emotions were there, something to hold onto that couldn't really lie to him. It was a warm feeling, the way her emotions wrapped up around his mind and distracted him from anything else.

He pressed his lips to her cheek and laughed, "I'm not terrible at kissing am I? Because uh, well, I've never quite done it before."

But I think I’ve found the light.

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These thoughts will kill me

Miles' cheeks hurt from the way he smiled at her. There was nothing about them that made sense to him, but he could feel it radiating between them. He might not have been popular or smooth, but he was a good person. He had to focus on that harder than anything because it was the only way he'd be able to hold onto what shred of confidence he had.

Her lips pressed to his again and his eyes shut briefly. If he could just not ever let go of her, he'd be the happiest guy in the world. He looked down at her and brushed back her hair from her face, the tips of his fingers brushing against her skin. "I think I'd be okay with that, practice never hurt anyone. Right?" And he was truly dedicated to practicing with her. It was all he'd thought about since he realized he even liked girls, her in particular.

She slid her fingers through his and he glanced towards the door when she mentioned a room. Miles chewed on the inside of his cheek and nodded, "Yours or mine?" Better not to ask further questions.

But I think I’ve found the light.

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These thoughts will kill me

The fact that they were on the way to his room made Miles want to throw up and cheer all at once. He'd never had a girlfriend, he'd hardly even flirted with girls, let alone kiss and make out. And that was what she was suggesting they do. In his room. Alone. With the door shut and locked.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and he tentatively placed his hands on her hips. Not long after her lips found his and he did what he could to ease his own nerves. The only thing he could think to do was use his ability to poke around and absorb the emotions that were radiating from around him. He could barely touch the ballroom, but what he could reach was happy and at ease. The emotions from Spencer were at the forefront of his attention and he could feel the comfort coming from her. He held tight to it and wrapped his arms around her tighter, returning the kiss at full force.

Miles reached up and placed his hand on the side of her neck, his thumb brushed across her jaw and earlobe and he pulled back a bit, "I've clearly been missing out," He laughed and kissed her cheek and her nose before going back to her lips.

But I think I’ve found the light.

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These thoughts will kill me

Miles followed her for the most part blindly. His mind was fuzzy and he knew that there was a possibility of more happening than he'd initially thought, but he figured he'd panic about that when the moment presented itself. She pulled away and his eyes stayed on her as she kicked off her shoes and climbed onto his bed. The sight itself was enough to make his heart hammer relatively painfully against his chest. All he could do was hope that he didn't have a panic attack because that would surely be a mood killer.

Miles shrugged off the jacket of his tux and tossed it into the chair by the wardrobe and kicked off his shoes so that he could climb onto the bed beside her. It didn't take long for him to make it there and once he did, he cupped her cheek and brought her lips back to his while his free hand stroked its way down her arm, his fingers sliding through hers. He didn't quite understand why it felt so natural because he was not a smooth person and he'd never expected to get the girl. But there she was, sitting beside him in his bed and kissing him back. It was all he'd wanted since he met her.

It was a breath of relief that his crippling awkwardness was finally not getting in his way.

But I think I’ve found the light.

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These thoughts will kill me

The events of the night were no doubt going to be unforgettable for Miles over the rest of his life. To be honest, he couldn't even think straight enough to pinpoint when everything shifted. He'd been trying to for the last couple of minutes as he laid there with his sister's best friend and the girl that he'd been infatuated with for the better part of ten years. She'd always been so out of reach and yet somehow in their time in London, something changed and he hadn't even noticed.

With her hand on his chest and her curled up against his side, Miles played with the ends of her hair while he was lost in his own mind. There was a lot to take in. He'd just lost his virginity to the only person he'd ever considered losing it to (without her knowing). At least he could say that it was worth the wait.

Her voice jarred him away from his thoughts and he couldn't stop the smile that came to his face at the nickname. "Mhm, just thinking about stuff," He was still waiting for his awkwardness to make an appearance, but with the way her emotions were playing with his mind, he knew he didn't have a reason to feel uncomfortable or shy anymore. Not with her, "You okay?"

But I think I’ve found the light.

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These thoughts will kill me

Miles looked down at her when she mentioned his sister and he realized that he probably should have been more worried about her than he had been the last hour or so. He didn't even know if Max showed up, he didn't know if she was still locked in her room or if she was looking for him. It started to weigh on him that he might have just turned into the worst brother ever, right next to their older brother.

His body froze when there was a knock and he thought he might throw up because not long after, he heard his twin's voice calling his name and knocking again.

Miles covered his face with his hand. This was so bad. So so bad. He reached out with his ability, seeking her emotions to decipher how much trouble he was about to be in. She seemed okay though, worried, but he couldn't guess why. Until he answered the question himself, he had just wondered if she was looking for him. And he knew that if she hadn't been able to find him, she would panic just as easily as he would if the roles had been reversed.

His eyes darted and he tried to locate where he'd thrown his clothes, "Yeah, give me a sec, Lottie." He was hardly one to swear, but he kept mumbling shit to himself. "Do you, uh, want to stay here? I can deal with this." Already he'd slid off the bed and was yanking boxers on, trying not to fall while he quickly got dressed.

"What are you doing? Is Spence with you?"

But I think I’ve found the light.