Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Miles
She bites her lip, a playful smirk curling across her face.
“Come on,” she teases, pulling me toward the makeshift dance floor.
We weave through the crowd, laughter and chatter swirling around us.
My heart races as we find our spot, the world fading away.
Her hands slide onto my shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to send shivers down my spine.
“Not so bad, huh?” she says, tilting her head slightly.
“Could be worse.” I step closer, letting her warmth seep into me. “I’m not much of a dancer.”
She sways, the rhythm taking over. “Just follow my lead.”
I mirror her movements, trying to keep up with her grace.
The way she moves—fluid, confident—makes it hard to look away.
I forget the noise surrounding us, lost in her.
“See? You’re doing great,” she whispers, leaning in just enough for me to catch the sweet scent of her hair.
I keep my voice low, staring deep into her eyes.“Yeah, well, it’s easy when I got a good partner.”
She laughs softly, and it feels like a secret shared between us. “You know you make me feel alive again.”
I slide my hand to her waist, feeling the heat radiate off her. “Well, I’m glad.”
We sway together, bodies brushing, hearts racing.
I lean in, resting my forehead against hers. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Her smile is bright, but there’s a spark of something deeper. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
I can’t help but grin back at her. “Good to know.”
Our surroundings blur, everything else dissolving into the background.
It’s just us, the music, and the pulse of the night.
The moment stretches, thick with unspoken words.
“Can I tell you something?” she murmurs, her breath warm against my cheek.
I shift, searching her eyes. “You can tell me anything,”
She licks her lips, “I want more than this.”
My pulse quickens. “More? What do you mean?”
“Yeah. More of...us.”
Her lips brush mine—a feather-light touch that ignites something primal within me.
It’s electric. “Song,”
“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispers, pulling back just enough to search my eyes.
I pause, feeling the weight of her words.
It’s only been a couple of weeks since we got her out of that damn place.
She hasn’t said everything that happened, but I’m not a fool.
If she was willing to kill herself, I know exactly the kind of atrocities that she endures.
“Are you sure?”
Her gaze holds mine, unwavering. “Yes.”
I nod, my heart pounding. This is it.
Nothing left unsaid. Just us, ready to take the next step in our relationship.
I lead her up the stairs, each step heavy with anticipation.
The hallway stretches before us, dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls.
My pulse races as I glance at Stiletto.
She bites her lip, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in her hazel green eyes. “It’s over here,” she says, reaching for the doorknob.
The door creaks open, revealing a cozy room filled with warm tones and soft fabrics.
It’s inviting. Perfect.
“Nice place,” I comment, stepping inside.
I didn’t really pay too much attention to how it looked the only other time I was in here—the day she tried to end her life.
My gaze sweeps over her bed, the way the sheets are rumpled just enough to suggest comfort.
“Thanks. Just… try not to mess it up too much.” She laughs, but there’s a spark of seriousness behind it.
She’s always been a very tidy person, so it’s not a surprise to me.
I close the door softly, locking us in our own world. “Noted.”
Her voice is playful, teasing. “Now what?”
I take a step forward, pulling her closer. “How about this?”
My hands find her waist, fingers curling around the fabric of her shirt.
“It’s a good start,” she breathes out, and then suddenly, her hands are on my chest, pushing me back slightly.
“Wait.” She glances up at me, her expression shifting to something more serious. “I want to,” she pauses for a split second, “I want to savor this.”
“Slow it is.” I smile, feeling a rush of warmth flood through me.
With a shared glance, we start peeling off layers.
I tug her shirt over her head, revealing the delicate lace underneath.
My breath catches.
“Wow,” I murmur, taking in the sight of her.
“Your turn.” She smirks, eyes sparkling with mischief.
I fumble with my own shirt, muscles flexing as I lift it over my head.
She bites her lip again, and the hunger in her gaze sends a thrill down my spine.
“Like what you see?” I tease, stepping closer.
“Very much.” She steps back, and I follow, our bodies closing the distance until there’s no space left between us.
“Jeans next?” I ask, my fingers grazing over the waistband of her pants.
“Yes, please.”
In one smooth motion, I undo the button and slide the zipper down.
She wriggles out of them, and my breath hitches at the sight of her legs, long and beautiful.
I kick off my jeans, leaving nothing but the cool air brushing against my skin.
“Perfect,” she whispers, eyes darkening with desire.
“Come here.” I pull her to me, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
“God, Miles…” Her voice trails off as I lean down, capturing her lips with mine.
The kiss ignites something fierce within us both.
“More,” she breathes, and I deepen the kiss, tongues dancing together, urgent and needy.
“Always more,” I reply, my hands roaming her back, reveling in the softness of her skin.
“Let’s move this to the bed,” she murmurs, breaking our kiss, her cheeks flushed.
She pulls me toward the bed, and we tumble onto the soft sheets, laughter mingling with desire.
I hover over her, kissing a trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.
I admit something so personal, pausing to look into her eyes. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long,”
“Me too,” she whispers, and the vulnerability in her voice sends a surge of warmth through me.
“Then let’s make it unforgettable.”
Her hands find their way to my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles, her touch sending a jolt through me.
Our bodies move together, a rhythm as old as time itself.
Sweat glistens on our skin, the heat between us burning like a thousand suns.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper into her ear, my voice husky with desire.
She laughs softly, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. “So are you.”
I want to laugh because I don’t consider myself beautiful at all, but I don’t.
Still, her words fan the flames of desire within me, and I cannot help but capture her lips once again.
We explore each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths.
Each kiss is filled with passion and longing—each caress a promise for more.
And then suddenly, she gasps, her eyes widening in surprise.
I pause, concerned. “What?”
She shakes her head slightly, and there’s something in her expression I can’t quite decipher.
“No...it’s just...” She swallows, her eyes locked onto mine. “It’s just... I’ve never felt like this before.”
She lays a hand over her heart, her breath hitching.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of our shared breathing filling the room.
I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay, Song.”
She nods, wrapping her arms tight around my waist. “I know... I just... I want you to know that this is real for me.”
I pull back, holding her gaze. “It’s real for me too.”
At my words, she smiles, a genuine smile that reaches her eyes and softens their intensity.
“Good,” she murmurs before pulling me back into a heated kiss.
With that, we lose ourselves in each other, every touch electric, every kiss igniting the fire between us.
In this moment, it’s just us—passion unfurling, love blossoming, two souls intertwined under the weight of everything that’s happened to us lately.
Whispers of love and connection fill the room as we explore each other’s bodies, discovering what we are in an entirely different way.
And when it’s over, when the shudders of pleasure have subsided and we’re lying there, naked and bathed in a haze of post-coital bliss, I realize how incredibly right it all feels.
“Stay with me tonight,” she murmurs into my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” I reply, pulling her closer.
The silk sheets feel cool against our flushed skin, but the warmth radiating from her body is more than enough to keep the chill at bay.
There’s a brief moment of silence then.
The only sounds are our intertwined breaths and the occasional soft murmur of the clubhouse noise downstairs.
It’s a peaceful lull, a much-needed respite from the chaos that has recently engulfed our lives.
I tighten my hold on her, because I never want to let this woman go.