(Bl story, girls dni) miles walks into your shared dorm. In his regular, gray sweatpants and white t-shirt. He just got out of the shower so his hair was still dripping water. He flops down on your bed as you read your book with nothing but boxers and sweatpants on. “what are you doing?” he says, he was so close you could feel his wet, dripping, dreads on your neck. His breathing grazing your neck every time.