Chapter 13: Saved by Miles

Lila's POV

I had just stepped out of the restroom, still adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder, when I saw them. Abigail and her two friends were walking straight toward me down the hallway. My stomach dropped. I immediately lowered my head and tried to slip past them quickly, hoping they wouldn’t notice me.

But Abigail stepped right in front of me, blocking my way. Her friends moved to the sides, cornering me against the wall. My heart started beating faster. I felt a little scared — the way they were looking at me wasn’t friendly at all.

“What are you planning?” Abigail asked, her voice sharp. “I’m sure a poor girl like you wouldn’t come between them without a reason.”

I blinked, confused. “What… what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t play dumb!” she snapped, stepping even closer. “Everyone knows that if they’re not blind, they want to be with you because they have something in it for them. So what is it? Tell me, bitch!”

She got right in my face, her voice loud enough that a few people walking by turned to look. I felt trapped, my back pressed against the cold wall. My hands trembled at my sides. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t trying to come between anyone. I was just… there.

Suddenly, a calm voice came from behind Abigail and her friends.

“What’s going on?”

I looked up and saw Miles standing there. Relief washed over me. He looked tall and steady in his simple hoodie, his blue eyes calm but serious. Abigail and her friends turned around quickly, surprised to see him.

“Oh, Miles, it’s nothing,” Abigail said with a fake smile. “I was just talking to this girl.”

Miles chuckled softly, the sound low and confident. “This girl? I’m sure you don’t even know who she is, so I don’t think there’s anything to talk about between you two.” He stepped forward and reached out his hand toward me, right in front of Abigail and her friends. “Come on, Lila.”

I hesitated for a second, my cheeks burning. Taking his hand in front of everyone felt big. But Miles kept looking at me with that gentle, steady gaze, waiting patiently. Finally, I slipped my hand into his. His fingers closed around mine warmly and securely.

We walked away together, leaving Abigail and her friends standing there in silence. Miles didn’t let go of my hand even after we had gone quite far down the hallway. His grip felt nice — strong but not too tight. Still, I started to feel self-conscious again.

“I think you can let go of me now,” I said quietly, stopping in my tracks. He stopped too, turning to face me.

“Why?” Miles asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“Why? Didn’t you just do it because I was between them?” I asked, looking down at our joined hands.

“No,” he said simply. “I just wanted to hold your hand. I didn’t think you liked it.”

My heart fluttered. “Oh… it’s not like that. I… I like it,” I admitted shyly.

The moment the words left my mouth, Miles smiled softly and took my hand again, lacing our fingers together this time. The simple action made me nervous all over again. Warmth spread through my body, and I felt that familiar rush between my legs. I was getting wet — fast and strong — just from holding his hand and hearing his calm voice.

“Thanks for taking me away from Abigail,” I said, trying to focus on something else.

Miles gave my hand a gentle squeeze as we started walking again. “Next time, don’t let them open their mouths. You should know that you’re no different from them. You can talk too, so don’t look weak. You’re stronger than you know.”

I looked up at him while he spoke. His blue eyes were sincere, and his voice had that quiet intensity that always affected me. For some reason, staring into his eyes and listening to him encourage me like that made my body heat up even more. A fresh wave of slickness coated my panties. My thighs felt warm and sensitive. I pressed them together as we walked, hoping he wouldn’t notice how strongly I was reacting.

Miles kept holding my hand the whole way, like it was the most natural thing. Every few steps our arms brushed, and each small touch sent another spark through me. My mind started wandering again — imagining his gentle hands on my soft belly, his fingers tracing my thick thighs, the three of them surrounding me and telling me I was beautiful. The fantasy made me even wetter. I could feel the damp fabric of my panties clinging to me now.

We reached a quieter part of the campus path before I finally pulled my thoughts back. My face felt hot, and my body was buzzing with need. I couldn’t stay there any longer without making it obvious how turned on I was.

“Ah, I think I should go back to class,” I said quickly, my voice a little shaky.

Before Miles could reply, I gently slipped my hand from his and hurried away. My legs felt unsteady as I walked — almost ran — down the path. I didn’t look back, even though part of me wanted to. My heart was still pounding, and the wetness between my legs made every step feel more intense.

I ducked into the nearest building and leaned against the wall for a moment, catching my breath. Why did my body always betray me like this? Just holding Miles’s hand and hearing him say I was strong had been enough to soak my panties. It was embarrassing how easily I got aroused around any of them — Jax with his bold words, Theo with his playful touches, and now Miles with his quiet protectiveness.