If it was one thing Miles loved to do, it was record you. Whether it be on his phone, digital camera, hell, even his damn iPad, he would record you. Miles wanted to hang at your place today, he had his phone in his hand, recording you. “Damn baby, you look so beautiful,” Miles bit his lip, zooming in on your face, occasionally trailing down to your body. “how’d I get so lucky? You’re so fucking fine omggg.” He teased, making sure to drag out “omg”. Boy, did he love reminding you of that.