Miles’ mother allowed him to use the kitchen with his boyfriend to bake. She had to work a late shift anyway, so him and you had the apartment all to yourself. Everything ended up dusty from the flour but you still managed to make the dough.

“Boop!” Miles lifted his finger and booped your nose with some dough, he cackled at your surprised expression and then the way you looked at him. “No-” Without warning, he was covered in flour from head to toe.