The past weeks had been different from any other weeks I had with Miles since the day we talked that morning. The “talked” that we had changed everything about us. Miles changed. Our relationship seemed to be more polished and improving.
My bed had been his bed too. I loved watching him sleeping, especially when he does little snores. Sometimes, I found myself snuggling next to him or him planting his face on the crook of my neck. We never talked that much, but he was showing how much he cared. Miles once told me to move into his bed. It was much bigger and comfortable.
I found it awkward, but I didn’t want to tell him about it as I didn’t want to open another argument. He even cooked for me every day, brought me flowers, or watched my favorite shows with me. He took ba
