You loved miles sense of clothing, you always loved baggy clothing. So, you often stole some of his shirts, jeans e.t.c. You even kept some things, just because they’re pretty.

You laid on his bed, in one of his shirts. Scrolling trough your phone and doing whatever, miles came out of the shower, only wearing sweatpants.

He stood infront of his bed, hands on his hips "Mamii, imma need ma‘ shirt back. ." He said, looking at you.