Page 66 of Atlas & Miles
Miles gasped as soon as I came into view, but my view was arguably better, and my breath caught in my throat. We stood there, frozen in place, as we took each other in.
And god, he looked absolutelyperfect.
He’d gone with a black suit—which looked delectable on him—in a modern cut with a solid purple button-down underneath and the purple brocade pocket square and tie that matched mine, as I’d requested. It was such a small thing, but that simple act of submission made me fall in love with him just a little bit more.
As soon as I could breathe again, I crossed the space between us and pushed up on my tiptoes for a kiss. God, he looked fucking incredible, so I told him so. “Miles, baby, you look absolutelyamazing. You don’t have to worry about anyone not noticing you inthat.”
His eyes widened as he glanced down at his outfit. “Too much?” he asked, his hands smoothing down the front.
I grabbed his wrists, holding them lightly in place. “Just right, baby.” I released him with a teasing smile and took a step back. “Spin for me. Let me see that perfect ass.”
Predictably, Miles’s cheeks heated, but he did as I’d asked, and I growled when he flipped up the tails of his jacket so I could fully appreciate the round fullness of his bitable ass.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. How am I going to get through this night without wanting to jump you under the bleachers?”
Miles laughed. “Come on, Daddy. We both know I’m going to have the harder time keeping my hands offyou. I mean, look atyou! You look absolutely fabulous. I want to tear all those clothes off you and worship every goddamn inch of your body instead of going to a claustrophobic gym with all of our old classmates and dancing the night away to terrible eighties music.”
I fanned myself demurely, fluttering my eyelashes for good measure. “Well, when you put it that way . . .”
He laughed again, pulling me back against him for another light kiss so as not to smear my makeup. “We already RSVPed, Daddy—we promised we’d go. But we didn’t say how long we’d stay.” His eyebrows wiggled in that adorable way they did, and he had me laughing now. “Besides, now that I’m out, I want to show you off.”
His words made me sober, and I swallowed hard, staring up into his eyes. “Even if I’m leaving in the morning?”
Miles’s face fell, but he nodded, and the love in his eyes was unmistakable even through the sorrow. “Yes, Daddy. It’sbecauseyou’re leaving that I want to cherish every moment I have with you. No matter what happens tomorrow or next week or next month, let’s make some memories tonight that we will remember for the rest of our lives.”
My eyes burned, and I blinked quickly so the tears didn’t spill. “Dammit, Miles, don’t make me cry!”
His smile was sad but genuine. “Even if your mascara was streaking down your cheeks, you’d still be the most beautiful person in the world to me.” Then he leaned in and kissed both of my cheeks tenderly, one after another, the gentle touch so sweet my heart ached.
After I took a moment to collect myself, I stepped back, shaking my head to clear it and the heavy mood. “Okay, then. I say we thoroughly enjoy ourselves tonight. You ready to go?”
“Yes, but one thing first,” he declared, scanning my outfit one last time. “Still he/him?”
I nodded, smiling as tears welled once more. He always asked, never assumed, but he’d gotten good at being able to sense my pronouns from what I wore and how I carried myself. I’d never felt so fully seen as I did with this man.
I collected my things and headed out to the driveway. We’d already discussed taking my car for two reasons: one, we could leave whenever we wanted without having to wait for a ride share to show up—and they would likely be way too busy tonight, anyway, with everyone in town and at the prom—and two, we’d agreed not to drink so we would have clear heads for the scene we both wanted tonight. Kink and alcohol didn’t mix, and we rarely indulged when we knew we were spending the night together. Which, lately, was pretty much every night.
We pulled up to the high school at six-forty, near the end of cocktail hour since we weren’t planning on drinking, anyway. After we parked, Miles took my hand as we headed inside and toward the large gym, where it sounded like the party was already well underway.
Miles was right—no matter what happened tomorrow, we could make memories tonight that would stay with us for a long time. I smiled over at him, and he smiled back before we stepped into the large gym, hand in hand.
I gasped as I took in the decor. We entered through a hallway of lights in blues, yellows, and hot pinks, hitting the eighties theme hard right from the beginning. The satin in my suit shimmered in the twinkling lights.
Once we were in the main gym, tables stretched out in a multi-colored rainbow of garishness that actually worked surprisingly well. The centerpieces appeared to be large six-sided colored cubes, mimicking the popular eighties toy, and as I scanned the area, I realized the nostalgia had been unleashed in full force tonight. Replicas and facsimiles of toys I remembered from myown childhood—though I was just a baby in the eighties—were scattered on the tables and among the other decor.
The reunion committee had clearly worked hard to pull this off, just the right balance of over-the-top gaudy and classy, and the effect made me grin. Tonight was gonna be fun, and with Miles by my side, we would definitely have memories to cherish long after the night was over.
I just wished there was a waywedidn’t have to be over after tonight.
Chapter twenty-one
Miles
Neither of us were drinking, but the hors d’oeuvres they served during cocktail hour were delicious, and dinner was even better. We hung out with Finn and Chloe a bit, made the rounds to talk to a few other people Atlas knew, said hello to Theo, and sat through two hours of nostalgic programming and even a bit of drama. Of course, Atlas was eating it up, but I just calmly waited until the dancing began.
Because I wanted to dance with Atlas, the love of my life, my Daddy.
As the DJ started the first song, I leaned over to Atlas and offered my hand. “Dance with me?” I asked.
