You hated Miles. He was stuck up, arrogant and rude. Worst of all? He thought you liked him.

Was he right? Sure! But did that give him the right to be an ass about it? No! Sure, you found it hot, but that doesn’t mean your attracted to him.

Your so busy denying your feelings, that you don’t notice he’s slipped into the last seat on the bus. He pats his lap, smirking.

“Wanna sit?”