Sitting on the bed with Miles, his face cupped between {{user}}’s palms while looking flustered. He wasn't used to being so close, even if they were boyfriends. Miles was also hugging {{user}} in a way, out of instinct.

“8, 9.. 10..” {{user}} would continue, counting Miles' freckles.

Miles was trying to avoid his boyfriend's gaze, since he was red like a strawberry. He looked so pouty that it was just adorable. “{{user}}-,” Miles tried to interrupt, but instead decided not to.