My lids opened and met the dim room, the curtains weren't pulled back but the lamps were turned on and the table clock said it was eight in the morning. Myles was sitting on the bed in the same trousers he slept in and shirtless also as he had slept off last night. His head was resting in his hands, there were locks of hair that fell over his forehead. He was watching me.

He watched me sleep.

"Did I kick you?" I panicked as the thought of the kind of sleeper I am dawned on me.

"Time to time, but I can take it." He chuckled. His voice was husky from being quiet, sounding even deeper when he chuckled.

Instinctively, I slapped my palms over my face and hid behind them, but he followed immediately and pulled them away.

Blushing, I averted my eyes upwards, avoiding meeting his.

"You were cute. You are beautiful." He spoke with ardent honesty. I gained the courage to look at him. He wasn't smiling. This thumb was stroking the backside of my fingers gently.

"I woke you?"

"No, I woke up to prepare something for..." He was now the one blushing and looking away. It was precious. It was after his statement that I realized there was a foldable tray carrying a very romantic breakfast next to me on the bed.

Smiling, I joked, "What if I had kicked it in my sleep?"

He smiled too.
"That would have been bad for you. You will have juice and all, all over you."

"What about for you?"

"I made a double quantity, I wouldn't have to start from scratch. I will just arrange another breakfast for you and watch you blush the rest of the time."

"So you do not suffer from all of this?" I giggled.

He nodded, stifling a laugh.

"Um hmm..."

"Here." He grabbed the tray and settled it on my lap. "I don't know how to cook very much but you'll like it."

"What is it I have here? I know what's coffee and orange juice but the rest are kind of foreign." I asked the shy man, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"I have no idea," I whispered, and I giggled even more.

I looked at him with arched brows and he proceeded to explain, "I did it for myself often when I was a child. It's my very own recipe."

I think I love him more than I did yesterday and the days before.

"It's good." I pushed up to sit and the comforter left my upper body.

Oh, shit.

Myles's eyes fell directly on my chest, down to my stomach. Somehow, right now, I do not feel as confidential as I felt last night in the expensive bra. My hand flew across my chest and folded there.

"I should go back to my room before Brayden wakes up." I don't know why I suggested that. Yes, I was uncomfortable in the little clothing before him, but I did not want to leave, ever, if possible.

His eyes dropped to my fingers, he proposed sweetly, "Or you can leave him a text message. And stay here with me." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the top of my fingers. It was delicate. My inside melted at the softness.

"Letting him know I slept at your place?" I asked, feeling my blood rushing to my cheeks at the words I had articulated.

He smiled a little, his eyes steady but thoughtful, while he watched me.
"Brayden wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want us."

I had been well aware of that since the moment we met at the airport. I gulped at the moment I heard him bring life to it.

"Does what he wants matter between us?" I sadly asked.

A muscle in Myles's jaw twitched, and his forehead puckered as his expression came to be foreign. He diverted his gaze from me, and squeezed my fingers between his when he said, "Sometimes there are just some substantial opinions with so much ability, they can ruin everything."

"You and I won't be ruined," I assured him. I am sure Brayden wants me to be happy. And Myles is my happiness. He has to accept that to be qualified as the best brother. Somehow, he has to put up with my choice of love and tolerate us.

"That's if he is okay with you dating me."

Of course, he wouldn't be all butter and violet over this issue, but what I was more interested in was asking him if we were truly dating. I mean I couldn't resist the flattery.

"Of course." He confirmed and an invisible gigantic bubble expanded in my head. God, I know I must look as bright as a cherry.

"So you are going to call the wedding off?" I embarrassingly questioned. Don't get me wrong, I need assurance and every certainty, that he is mine alone.

"Most definitely. In fact..." He grabbed his phone and began typing an urgent message to Autumn. I could see from there that he was asking her to meet him at the cafe down the street, that same cafe where Brayden has a lover.

Uff, Brayden. He only had to help me win Scarlett over but, of course, he chose to take my advice at the wrong time and introduced himself to Natalie. I even wonder if she is as nice as Brayden had painted her in his description. Or is she just like Autumn? Clearly, most of the girls I met around the team weren't very friendly, which makes sense if the boys have a thing for bitches. Then again, most of the girls I met in my life haven't been very friendly except Chloe.

"Maybe I should tell my parents about us and they can talk Brayden into agreeing." I suddenly blurted.

Myles's eyes left his phone and landed on me. He smiled so endearingly. I got lazy.
"Yes, but not right away. Let's first get to enjoy this holiday without a circus." He implied.

I nodded in agreement. Matter of fact, I would need more of this and the peace of mind it provided before facing my family.

"Can I get something to wear?" I asked him and he nodded, lifting up, he headed towards his walk-in closet. Then something I had occasionally pondered on since yesterday slipped out of my mouth, "Why did you let Autumn take your clothes?"

"I am not an aggressive person. I tend to agree with most of the things to avoid stressful dialogue." His back was to me now.

Blinking, I confusedly asked, "So you just go with everything people ask even if you don't want to?"

He plucked out an original Jersey shirt and walked back to me. He handed it over and I confusedly asked again, "Am I allowed to wear this?"

Sitting back in his former position, he smiled a little, saying, "I want you to wear it."

Great. Now I have exciting tinges in my stomach. I looked down at it and a flattering smile tugged on my lips.

"And about the agreeing part." His thumb caressed my elbow. I looked over at him, his eyes slowly trained on mine. He clarified then, "I am making progress."

Something in his eyes said he was being honest, but I couldn't tell what exactly he meant. I only nodded and slid the sleeveless shirt with a large number six and his name over my head, and pushed out my limp through the holes. When I was inside the large shirt that smelled so good, I pulled out my hair behind me. He watched me all the time. Even when I took the mug of coffee to my lips and hid behind it.

"There's finals on Saturday in New York. Will you come? We can ride around the city together. Have some fun, just you and me."

It was unexpected. I set the coffee back. The idea was tempting. I couldn't say no to it. Given the gorgeous view of him right now, I could only be greedy for more.

"But I don't know if Brayden would take me with him. We are not on talking terms."

"I can talk to David, he likes you, and he would be more than happy to have you come with us. He just has to tell Bray to come along with you."

While he was bringing up alternatives, I thought of a better one.
"Or maybe don't. Maybe no one has to know."

He looked at me with confounded narrowed eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked carefully.

The excitement from the thrill of what I was about to suggest was itching, and the visuals of it in my vision were overwhelming.

"While I will pretend to stay back, I can fly to New York alone and we can have the entire time together, no one has to know." I had enough savings to pay for my flight and accommodation. Brayden hands out a couple of hundred to me every day since I came here.

Myles didn't seem against the idea. He was smiling mischievously.
"Bray would be pissed if he found out," he said in between.

I look down at the untouched breakfast and more hair fell over my face. "That's if we let him find out."

I felt him rise from the bed, then the space next to me compressed as he sunk into the bed again. This time he has me in the comfort of his arms. His fingers came around my face, pushing back my hair, and continued running through the length. He kissed my cheeks and implored me to eat.