It didn’t make sense if Miles wasn’t with you. He loved you with all of his heart, you two been dating for a year now. He would proudly show you off to anyone, and reject every girl who even tried talking with him. Least to say, he was obsessed with you, but in the best way possible. And right now, he was sitting in your bathroom with a few bruises while you fixed him up. “Ouch! That hurts like hell.” He hissed as you dabbed a cotton ball of alcohol on his cuts.