Lila's POV
I was just about to head home when the dorm head told me I had the day off. A new cleaner had started, so they didn't need me tonight. Part of me felt a little sad - I wouldn't get to see Jax, Theo, or Miles - but at least I could go home early and rest.
I had the thick envelope from Jax safely tucked in my bag, and that made me feel a bit lighter. Mom's hospital bills could finally be paid without waiting.
I walked down the stairs toward the campus gate, my mind still replaying everything that had happened. The kiss with Jax in the classroom earlier today kept flashing through my head.
His tongue, the way he held my face, the deep way he kissed me... it made my body feel warm even now.
Suddenly, Abigail stepped out from the side of the stairs, blocking my path. Her face looked furious, her eyes narrowed with anger. I tried to walk around her, but she quickly grabbed my leg, yanking hard.
I lost my balance and fell forward, landing on my arm. A sharp pain shot through it, but nothing seemed broken - just sore.
"You bitch!" she hissed. "You deserve that. So what many people think of you is true - a poor girl who only takes advantage of others. What did you give in return? Your body full of bad fat, huh?"
I pushed myself up, rubbing my sore arm. "What do you mean? I didn't do anything, and I never took advantage of anyone."
Abigail stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. "Do you think I'm blind? I saw what you and Jax did in class. There's no way Jax would kiss a girl like you without a reason, so you don't have to be happy yet."
"But I-"
"Once a slut, always a slut," she snapped. "Who's your target after this, huh? Theo? Miles? Or another guy? I'll make sure you stop. You don't want to lose everything, do you?"
She turned and walked away, leaving me sitting on the floor with my heart pounding and my arm throbbing. Her words stung badly. Maybe she was right.
Maybe Jax only kissed me for fun, not because he actually liked me. The thought made my chest feel tight.
I stood up slowly, brushed myself off, and continued walking toward the gate. My arm hurt, but the emotional pain felt worse. I kept my head down, trying not to cry.
Just as I reached the campus gate, a car horn beeped softly beside me. A clean white car stopped, and the window rolled down. Miles was in the driver's seat, looking at me with his calm blue eyes.
"Lila, where are you going?" he asked gently.
"I'm going home," I answered. "Where are you going?"
"I'm heading to my parents' house. Come with me, I'll take you home."
"Oh, no need," I said quickly. "I can take the bus."
"I won't take no for an answer," he replied with a soft smile. "Let's go."
That smile always melted something inside me. I hesitated for only a second before opening the door and getting into the passenger seat. The car smelled nice and clean, just like Miles - fresh, like soap and something warm. I buckled my seatbelt and tried to relax.
On the way, Miles noticed me holding my sore arm. "What's wrong with your hand?" he asked, glancing over.
"Oh, nothing," I lied, forcing a small smile.
He didn't push, but changed the subject. "Jax has a basketball game tomorrow. Did he tell you?"
"Yeah, he told me and asked me to come," I said quietly.
"We can go together if you want," Miles offered.
I didn't answer. I just stared out the window, Abigail's cruel words still echoing in my head. The ride was quiet after that, but not uncomfortable. Miles's presence felt steady and safe.
Soon we arrived in front of my house. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to him. "Thanks for the ride. Sorry to bother you, Miles."
"No problem, Lila. I'm happy to take you home," he said softly.
Then he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. The touch made the air in the car feel suddenly thicker. I froze.
"Miles..."
"I've always wondered," he said, his voice lower than usual, "what does it feel like?"
Before I could ask what he meant, Miles unbuckled his own seatbelt, leaned across the console, and kissed me.
It was different from Jax's kiss - more aggressive, even though Miles always seemed like the calmer one. His lips pressed against mine with hunger, and almost immediately his tongue pushed into my mouth without waiting for permission. I gasped in surprise, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I let him in, my hand instinctively moving to the back of his head, pulling him closer.
The kiss grew deeper. His tongue explored my mouth confidently, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned softly into the kiss, my body responding fast. Heat flooded between my legs, and I felt myself getting very wet, very quickly. My panties were already soaked, the slickness making me shift in the seat.
Miles's hand stayed on my thigh at first, then slowly moved upward. When his fingers brushed the underside of my heavy breast, I gasped again. He didn't hesitate - he cupped my breast fully, squeezing it gently but firmly through my clothes. His thumb rubbed over my nipple, making it harden instantly.
"You feel so soft," he murmured against my lips, his voice husky. "These big, beautiful tits... I've been thinking about them."
I whimpered, my body on fire. His hand kneaded my breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh while his tongue continued to stroke mine. I was dripping now, my pussy throbbing with need. The fantasy flashed in my mind again - all three of them touching me, but right now it was Miles's strong hand squeezing my breast and his mouth devouring mine.
He broke the kiss for a moment, breathing hard, but kept his hand on my breast, still gently squeezing. "You're so good," he whispered, eyes dark with want. "I really want to feel more... but we still have time for that."
He leaned in and gave me one last soft peck on my plump lips, then slowly pulled his hand away.
My cheeks were burning hot. I was soaked between my legs, my nipples tight and sensitive, and my heart was racing like crazy.
"Miles... I... I have to go now," I stammered. "Thanks for the ride."
He smiled, calm and warm again, like nothing had happened. "Anytime, Lila."
I quickly got out of the car, my legs feeling a little shaky. As I walked toward my front door, I could still feel the ghost of his hand on my breast and the taste of his aggressive kiss on my lips. My panties were completely drenched, the wetness making my thighs slide together with every step.
Two kisses in one day - first Jax in the classroom, now Miles in his car. Both so different, both making me lose control so easily.