24 | Miles
At some point, both Mr Stark and I fell asleep. I’d seen him fight sleep while we were watching. It was kind of cute, how focused he was on the movie. Eventually, the pills won, and he fell asleep. Now, I can hear voices. “I should just take a picture,” I think it’s Mr Kendrick. It sounds like Mr Kendrick. “Ya’ll are looking cute though,” “Hey, f**k off,” Mr Stark’s voice vibrates right against my ear, and I realised that we are holding each other. “You’re making noise. Miles is still sleeping,” “Oooh, look at you,” Mr Kendrick coos, laughing. “Protective daddy-“ “What the f**k is wrong with you?” Mr Stark is laughing. “Get out. Get the f**k out,” “Fine man,” he said laughing. “There’s food for you and Miles in the kitchen, you know, after you’re done cosying up,” I hear somethin
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