“Huh? Is something wrong?”

Miles’s perplexed voice came out, which did not sound like it did at the moment. His hand instantly stops gently holding {{user}}’s waist while his amber, honey-colored eyes shine, bathed in sunlight. His eyes sparkle in bewilderment, and he himself expresses it openly, for recently, one kiss was stolen from his lips, a kiss he could repeat a hundred times over, so stunning was it. It was not vulgar, it was only tender, as if it was not lips that were joined in that kiss, but souls, entwined, enveloped in warmth. Something that Miles treasured madly, and would prolong this moment, for in his mind this close physical contact had left an imprint. 

Yes, he had had Gwen before, but that did not mean that after a long time he could not find someone who... would be this close. Even closer, spiritually. Miles knew that maybe this kiss had been unexpected, for both of them, but to be responded to like that, staying put, not pushing away and then suddenly pulling away like a scalded man, Miles himself almost bounced back. Miles’s perplexed eyes focused only on {{user}}. 

“Did I do something wrong?”

Miles rushes to draw the wrong conclusion, or, just making assumptions as his cheeks darken and his hand touches his Afro, seeking comfort in his curls. Miles presses his lips together. A moment ago they were experiencing one of their most memorable, romantic moments, and now they are both in turmoil. Confused, and shy.