It was a rainy evening and Miles had his phone pressed to his ear, impatiently waiting for the ringing to stop. He smiled when the person on the other end finally picked up to say hello.

"Hey Tris, wanna come over tonight?"

"Sure. Let me guess, Frankie and Winston finally caved and are begging us for a charades rematch?"

"Nope. Chewy's helping Frankenstein with Panthers stuff at Zoƫ's, so the good TV is all ours."

"It's a date! See you in a bit."

As Miles hung up the phone, he looked out window and see the first lightning bolt of the night leave its imprint against the dark sky. Shivers coursed down his spine as his mind did what it always did best, which was to think about his boyfriend.

It had been quite some time since they had become official, and he was relieved that he hadn't done anything to mess it up just yet. The past few weeks have been pure bliss, and it acted as a soothing balm to negate the anxiety that had become a permanent resident at the Hollingsworth mansion with his father's campaign coming to a close. He couldn't wait for it all to be over so people will stop whispering about him when they think he never noticed. Weed was a good fix, albeit temporary. Everything only melted away completely when he was with Tristan. Miles believed that a lot of credit to why they were working out so well was because they have been taking things slow, even if the urge of wanting Tristan in every way possible was pent up inside him to the point of sometimes driving him mad.

They two boys were no strangers when it came to make-out sessions. But so far, both of them had an unspoken agreement going on where they respectfully kept all of their exploring at the waist up. Miles sighed with content as he summoned the sensual memory of watching his boyfriend slowly unbutton his dress shirt in the back seat of his car. Remembering how delicately Tristan planted a string of soft kisses from Miles' collar bone to his stomach and back up again before nestling on his lap and kissing his neck stirred a swarm of butterflies in the brunet's stomach.

A part of him wished that Tristan could have continued kissing lower. And Miles knew that simply guiding him in that direction would have quickly allowed him to get what he wanted.

But he was in no place to be selfish.

Miles vividly recalled a somber moment that took place on the last day of their magical spring break after they shared their second first kiss during the thunderstorm. Despite the fact that relationship labels were not yet established at the time, Tristan felt comfortable enough to finally open up about his affair with Yates. Miles' heart broke into pieces when he realized that Tristan was basically being groomed to be their English teacher's glorified sex toy. After Tristan was able to admit that he was being manipulated, Miles wrapped my arms around him and made a silent promise to himself that this time he would be the one setting the pace.

The problem was that Miles didn't expect his needs to be this intense. After all, he did blow off a skinny-dipping date with Maya just because the urge to get back at his father and Drew for throwing the "Miles Management Plan" in his face was stronger. This desire that he was feeling to be closer to Tristan was nothing he had ever experienced before. However, this wasn't about him. It is time to put someone else first for once.

A sharp knock brought him back to reality. He opened the door and he noticed that the light from another flashing bolt made Tristan's hair seem as if it was glowing against the darkness. Feeling the same effect that pulled moths to flames, Miles didn't even trust himself to give his boyfriend a simple kiss hello without losing all control. Instead, he enveloped him a tender hug and walked backward to lead him out of the cold. Tristan smiled warmly at Miles after they separated and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek that made his stomach flip.

Miles thought he would be able to keep his emotions in check... right?