Page 62 of Falling

“Fine,” I say, holding my hands up in defeat and dropping them. “You better rock my world, Milesy, or I’m not trusting you again.”

“You won’t regret it,” he says, winking at me.

We geta good hour into the walk until I’m ready to go home. There’s a trail I sometimes take for a run that’s not too far from us and has enough hills and turns to get a good workout in. But Miles wanted to take us somewhere else.

“Do you know where we’re going?” I ask as he pulls me along, my gloved hand clasped into his. Honestly, the weather is a lot more bearable with his hand in mine. The sun is shining, but it’s still cold as fuck, and the snow is taking forever to melt.

“That's the whole point of the adventure, Wrenny girl,” he says, flashing me a grin.

“Are you being serious?” I sigh. “You dragged me out of my house to go on an adventure and you have no clue where we’re going?”

“You need to be more spontaneous. Live a little.”

“Iamliving, and I hate it.”

He tugs onto my arm, and I catch up with him. He drapes his arm over my shoulder, pulling me into his side. “Come on, baby. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“It snows all the time, you oaf.”

He frowns. “Are you allergic to having fun?”

“What part of this is fun?”

He ignores me and pulls apart from me before swiping up some snow from a tree. He turns to me, and I step back. “No,” I whisper, holding my hand up to him to stop.

“Just one.”

“No.”

His grin turns evil as he squeezes the ball of snow in his hand, making it into the perfect round shape. He lifts his hand slowly. “It’s already leaving my hand, Wren, and it’s coming straight for you. There’s really no stopping it now.”

“You’ve got to catch me first,” I shout.

I run in the opposite direction, my boots plowing through the snow as Miles chases after me, throwing snowballs in my direction.

I swipe up some snow from a bush before launching it over my head. I don’t know if any of them are actually getting him, but I keep running and making more until he gets closer to me and I’m panting.

“Your aim is terrible, princess,” he shouts, and I turn back to see that he’s right on my heels.

I throw another snowball in his face. “And you keep hitting me in the ass.”

“That's exactly what I’m aiming for.” He winks and I shake my head, still trying to run away from him. My foot gets stuck in a patch, and I fall over on my stomach. Miles is right behind me, and he drops onto me before rolling over and tugging me right onto his chest. We’re both wheezing with laughter, our faces covered in snow.

I push at his chest, but he keeps me close to him, and my legs wrap around his waist. I sit up, his hands digging into my sides as I straddle him. His face is flushed, and water droplets are dripping down it. God, he looks good.

“Got you,” he says, looking at the space between us before his eyes meet mine.

“Looks that way, doesn’t it?” He stares at me, and his gaze dips to my lips. I lick them, and his grip on me tightens. I’m too afraid to move but too scared to stay here and do something stupid. I clear my throat. “Should I take a picture?”

He nods, and I pull out my phone.

I take a picture of him from where he’s beneath me, getting the way his hands rest on my thighs in the frame. I pass my phone to him, and he takes one of me from his position so we can make a good collage out of it and post it.

“These are good. Do you want me to post them, or should I send them to you?” I ask.

“Send them to me.” He rubs his hands against my thighs. “But I’m not going to post it, and I don’t want you to either. I want this one to be just for us.”

I frown. “But, Miles?—”

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