Ok, so maybe we moved a bit fast, but Miles was the first boy I ever really liked. I never understood what having a crush on someone was like before I met him….. And let's be real, he swept me up off my feet. This was the honeymoon phase, though I didn't know it at the time.
I'd fall for him all over again under very different circumstances soon enough.
Daddy sent me more money for a new phone and my upkeep. I wasn't depressed to hear that he'd be gone for quite some time to come; as far as I knew, Miles had nowhere else to go and I really enjoyed having him stay with me. Slowly the pieces started coming together for me and I figured out that whenever he said something, the number on his wrist would decrease. My guess is that when it got down to zero, he'd be mute for good. That seemed to include writing anything; literally any form of communication that wasn't hand gestures.
But that didn't matter. I already knew Miles was a good guy, and I found myself falling more for him each passing day. Miles taught me what desire felt like, and what it was like to be desired. Our relationship evolved fast, but naturally so. I was still a little shy and awkward, but he was so incredibly patient with me, letting me take my time and not rushing me into anything. Funny…. It's like he knew I'd fall for him eventually; all he had to do was wait.
Our relationship really took a step a month and a half in. We'd just been clothes shopping for Miles and buying me a new phone. The device confused him, but he seemed to at least partially understand once he realized it was for making calls; I didn't bother explaining text messaging or video chats to him.
Once that was done, we did some grocery shopping. I carried the basket down the aisles while Miles examined everything over. I'll never forget it….. It was such a mundane place and time, yet I remember every minute.
Rounding a corner into the chips and popcorn section of the store, I was busy mulling over what would be good to munch on this evening. I wasn't even looking at Miles, but he was certainly looking at me…. with that same beloved expression he always gifts me. His eyes lowered a tad, his lips curling into a hint of a smile.
Before I knew what had happened, I sensed something grab hold of my hand. Spinning my head right around I found Miles there, holding my hand in his. His fingers wrapped around the back of my hand, cradling it softly. Wide-eyed, my mouth dropped open in surprise and timidness while he merely, kindly smiled back my way, giving my hand another squeeze. I spattered a little, waiting for any words to finally appear in my cotton throat.
"M-Miles! W-What are you doing?" I sounded winded. Not missing a beat, he lifted the back of my hand up to his lips. Gently closing his eyes, he gave it a kiss, and my blood suddenly boiled- in all the best ways. My body was on fire, with every fibre of my being turned towards him….. attracted to him. The store and other patrons around us disappeared, vanishing into thin air. It was just me and him in that instant; I was looking at him….. and I never wanted to look anywhere else. All those love songs and lyrics people write made sense all of a sudden. I completely understood them now. I understood why painters and sculptors had muses, or why such lovely artwork existed. I understood why people got married, or why they say that love is the greatest experience you'll ever have in life. I knew it all in the blink of an eye…
And I haven't been the same since that one single moment.
Miles's eyes gradually began to reopen, and he saw me ogling back at him with my jaw agape. No, I wasn't ogling; I beheld him- I beheld Miles in front of me. It was like a vision who walked into my life from a dream, and I knew no other man could ever compare. At the tender age of seventeen I already felt like I'd had the best humanity had to offer- I knew I had the best. It wasn't even a question; there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever.
He slowly lowered my hand as my lips sputtered and spattered breathlessly again. My eyes were holding back tears in their corners, but I didn't want him to know that. Eventually I forced myself to ask the question I'm pretty sure I knew the answer to.
"Miles, are we…..? Are we…. dating? Are you…. m-my…. boyfriend?" Man, did my voice sound shaky! I trembled, unable to look him in the eye. Miles, to his credit, didn't react right away, instead doing his usual observing me while keeping our hands intertwined. It felt like forever for anything to happen; the intense lull- which in reality only lasted like twenty seconds- was broken by Miles leaking out a smile. Grinning in a charmed, enraptured sort of way, he leaned forward to kiss my forehead and hug me. Not holding back this time, I completely embraced him in return. There we stood in the middle of the aisle together with the basket sitting on the floor beside us, totally unaware of any movement or sounds surrounding us. Nuzzling into his broad, iron-hard chest, I softly closed my eyes and smiled contentedly… so joyfully. Heh, guess that's a "yes".
That's how I got my very first- and only ever- boyfriend.