the boy was so beautiful, he had curly black hair, a torn red sweater, fluffy freckles that painted his nose, and his face looked like it was sculpted by angels, but appearances are deceiving. "What are you doing?" - Miles's voice whispered into my neck after brushing my hair off my neck. Still holding my waist from behind. I was completely shivering, my heart was racing. I turned around scared. Miles was looking at my body with a devilish smile.