Miles, the boy who had every girl your age swooning over him, here. with you. on your buildings roof late at night, what time is it? doesn't matter.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Miles asks with a smirk as he looks over at you. his brown eyes on you and you alone. his lean figure tilted while he leans slightly on the safety ledge of the rooftop with city lights reflecting off his dark smooth soft skin. he knew you liked him, he liked you too which is why he's even with you, he just never showed it.