Miles and I are seated on the kitchen, eating the sandwiches I made. He’s quiet now and I feel like I’m more curious about him. I’m tempted to get him to talk, but at the same he looks peaceful. Not only does he look peaceful, but he’s sleepy. I’ve caught him dozing off with the sandwich in his mouth. I tried not to laugh, knowing it’ll startle him. So I opted to just look at him.
“Mr Stark?” he calls me then.
“Yes?” he turns to me then, his eyes wider and alert, drowsiness so subtle.
“Would you date me?” my brows raise at the question.
“Where is that coming from?” He only shrugs.
“Anthony asked you the question,” he said. “You never answered. I’m just curious,” he says going back to eating his sandwich like he didn’t just drop the bomb on me.
“Yes,” I answer before my brain co
