3. Special Chapter POaM

                                    

                                          
Miles' Point of View 
His hand was in mine, we walked away from her grave after standing there for how many hours. He was always there to comfort, love, and be there for me. Tyler is my rock, my lover, my best friend. I love no other. 
"I'm so proud of you baby. I know how hard this is for you, but you're doing so well." He told me as he squeezed my hand lightly and pulled me to face him. 
We stood a couple of feet away from the cemetery where my mother was buried years ago. My dad and everyone else had left but I wanted to talk to mom before leaving with Tyler. He waited for me. He waited for however many hours for me. Dad loves him and I know I love him. He placed a tender and loving kiss on my forehead, lingering there for a moment. I moved in close as his hands on both sides of my head held me in place. 
"I love you." Those words always made my heart flutter. Each and every time, for the past 3 years. 
"I love you," I replied. He pulled away from the kiss and took my hand in his. We got inside his car and drove to our little apartment in town. Tyler and I are both graduating in May so our parents and ourselves decided to give us an early gift of an apartment to share, everything has been going so well. 
"Pick a movie, I'll make the popcorn." He told me after unlocking the front door and walking towards the kitchen. I nodded my head and took my shoes before going to the living room. I sat down on our long brown couch in front of the television and turned it on. Logging onto Netflix, I went through a couple of categories and different movies as Ty came back from the kitchen with the popcorn. 
He sat down next to me with the plate in between his legs. After he got comfortable, I took the bowl and lifted it off his lap. I sat in between his legs and placed the bowl on my crotch. 
"Clingy?" He asked. 
"Very," I answered. 
He chuckled and pulled me closer to his chest. He smelt manly, I don't know how to explain. Before the movie even got past it's beginning part, the popcorn was almost finished but I don't think neither Tyler nor I cared. 
He finished eating the popcorn and started on my face. 
The bowl was moved to the side of the couch as his hand rested on my waist and the other tugging on the curls on the back of my head. My hands were placed on his cheeks, his tongue exploring my mouth. The kiss was hungry, the pain from the bite on my bottom lip sent a heatwave to my cock. 
"M-more Tyler." I moaned out as his hand reached down and gripped my ass cheek. His other hand palmed my groin through my jeans. I started grinding my ass on his crotch and his groan made my dick even harder if that was possible. 
"N-No. I'm supposed to be k-keeping you occupied today-y." He breathed out heavily. He rested his forehead on mine as his lips were terribly bruised, I started to wonder what mine looked like. I smirked and pecked his lips. 
"This is is the best way to keep me occupied," I said giving his lips little pecks. He laughed into the kisses but not stopping me. His hands slipped around my hips and pulled me up to his chest as he got up from the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and laid my head in between his neck and shoulder. 
"I have a surprise for you." He opened the door to our bedroom and placed me on the bed. I sat upright before sitting criss-cross applesauce. 
He pulled open a drawer from his dresser and was looking through piles of paper. I got up from the bed and walked behind him, being the sneaky sneak I am, I looked over his shoulder and into the drawer. There was a small ruby box with the engraving on it reading: 'Miles Huntington.' Huntington was Tyler's last name and we always joked around about getting married... so this had to be a joke right?
"You little fucker! You're peaking!" He turned around and started tickling my sides. I felt a burst of fire erupt from my side as laughter came out of my mouth. 
"S-STOP! Tyler I swear to god!" I said in between laughs as his hands moved from one side to the other. We fell back on the floor, but nooo that didn't stop him. 
"This was the surprise, nosy." He said with a fake hurt expression. He stopped the torture method of tickling and handed me the 2 pieces of paper. He laid back on the carpeted floor as I read the paper above me. 
"You got it?! Oh my god, baby! I'm so proud of you!" I screamed in absolute joy and happiness! Tyler was a Business Major and had been trying to get this job with Malcolm Chalamet Business Corporation. It's been a huge deal for him and I couldn't be happier. 
"Before you give me a million kisses, look at the second one. After that, I deserve like two million kisses." He said teasingly. I giggled before flipping the acceptance letter behind the other one. 
"California?! WE'RE GOING TO CALI?!" Bitch. When I say I've always wanted to go to the West Coast, this has been a dream of mine. Living in Indiana was always quiet, but I wanted to visit the loud scene and get drunk and party and have sex. Yes, lots and lots of sex with my boyfriend. 
"My two million kisses, please! For being the best boyfriend-." I cut him off, jumping on top of him as he straddles my waist, with kisses all over his face, neck, and chest. I love this idiot, he was my idiot. 
"So how can you keep me occupied?" I asked seductively. I bit down on my bottom lip and played with it between my teeth as he watched me hungrily. He groaned before flipping us over, me on the floor and him above me. He leaned down, placing his lips on mine. Making me feel like it was my first again. 
Tyler. In some way, someday, I would marry him. He was my first everything. I wanted him to be my last. 
... or so I thought. 
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