Chapter Twenty-six: "Weirdo Who Smirks Too Much"
(Ria POV)
I was sprawled on the couch, scrolling aimlessly, when my phone buzzed.
Unknown: It's me, Threads.
I froze. "What… who…?"
The number wasn't in my contacts. My brow furrowed.
Unknown: You know who it is.
I stared at the screen. My pulse skipped.
"Miles… how the hell did you get my number?" I whispered.
Miles POV
Sitting on my bed, I grinned like a fool. Mission "Threads" was officially active.
I have my ways, I texted.
Classic Miles. Teasing, possessive, unstoppable.
Ria POV
I stared at my phone, cheeks burning.
I have my ways?
I hesitated… then added him in my contacts under a new name:
"Weirdo Who Smirks Too Much"
I hit save.
Miles POV
I read the new contact name. I laughed out loud. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Weirdo who smirks too much, huh? I'll take it. But Threads… that's the name I like to say in my head, over and over.
The phone buzzed again.
Weirdo Who Smirks Too Much: Threads… coffee later?
I groaned, throwing my head back.
Maya peeked over my shoulder. "Ooooh! Who's texting you?"
"None of your business," I snapped. But my fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart racing.
Emma snorted. "It's him. Definitely him. I can feel it."
I typed back: Maybe.
Miles POV
Maybe.
That's all it took. Threads is intrigued. Curious. Flustered. My Threads.
Ria POV
I collapsed back onto the couch, phone in hand.
Weirdo Who Smirks Too Much: Threads, are you ignoring me?
"Ugh, Miles," I groaned, exasperated and flustered at the same time.
I glanced at Ethan, quietly tidying the background. Calm, steady, protective.
I sighed, typing: Don't push it.
Maya leaned over my shoulder. "You're blushing! Admit it—he's Miles!"
"I am not!" I hissed.
Emma snorted again. "Sure, Threads. Keep telling yourself that."
I groaned again, throwing the phone onto the couch beside me.
Miles's text messages were like sparks — infuriating, flustering, addictive. And I knew… the slow burn wasn't slowing down anytime soon.
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I'm sorry guys i know the chapters are VERY VERY VERY short.