Chapter 9: A Helping Hand from Miles

Lila's POV

I had just finished throwing out the last bag of trash behind the dorm when it hit me hard. I really needed to pee. I had drunk way too much water during my shift to stay awake, and now my bladder felt like it was about to burst. I pressed my thighs together and hurried toward the small staff restroom I usually used.

“Come on! This isn’t funny!” I muttered under my breath as I tugged on the door. It was stuck tight and wouldn’t budge no matter how hard I pulled. Panic started to rise. I was desperate, shifting from foot to foot, but the door stayed closed.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I turned and ran toward the main area, hoping to find another option. That’s when I accidentally bumped straight into a solid chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall backward.

My heart jumped into my throat. Miles had wrapped his arms around me to steady me, holding me close for a moment. His body felt warm and firm against my soft curves. For a second, I forgot about everything else and just felt the way he hugged me so naturally. Then reality hit and I quickly stepped back, face burning.

“What’s wrong, Lila?” Miles asked, his calm blue eyes full of concern. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

Sweat was already dripping down my face. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I really need to pee,” I admitted, my voice shaky. “But the toilet door in the staff room is stuck, so I have to go to the outside restroom—”

“Oh, really? Come on, come with me.” Before I could say anything else, Miles gently grabbed my hand and started leading me somewhere. His grip was warm and confident. The simple touch sent my mind spinning with dirty thoughts. What if he took me somewhere private? What would he do to me? Images of his hands on my body, his quiet voice in my ear, flashed through my head. My wild fantasies kicked in again, making heat rush between my legs even while I was desperately trying not to pee.

We stopped right in front of the main dorm restroom — the men’s one.

“Come in, you can use it too,” Miles said with a small smile.

“But… I’m not allowed to use the dorm restroom,” I whispered, feeling nervous.

He gently pushed me toward the door anyway. “I’ll be on guard outside. Don’t worry.”

His smile made my cheeks flush, but I didn’t have time to argue. I rushed inside, locked the door, and finally relieved myself. The feeling of release was so strong I almost sighed out loud. After I finished, I washed my hands at the sink and looked at myself in the mirror.

The tight black uniform looked even worse under the bright lights — stretched across my round belly, clinging to my heavy breasts and thick thighs. I looked sweaty and tired. Then my mind wandered again. I pictured Jax’s deep voice, Theo’s playful smile, and Miles’s gentle blue eyes. Just thinking about their faces made my body react. Fresh wetness coated my panties. I pressed my thighs together, embarrassed by how easily I got turned on.

I took a deep breath and stepped out. Miles was still waiting right there, leaning against the wall like it was no big deal.

“Thanks, Miles,” I said softly. “I probably would have peed outside if you weren’t here.”

“No need to thank me,” he replied calmly. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“Oh… I still have a few things to finish before I can eat,” I told him.

“I think those things can wait. Let’s go see what’s on the menu in the cafeteria today.” He tugged gently on my hand again, treating me like I was something precious. The gesture made my stomach flutter.

“You don’t have to hold my hand like that,” I said, feeling shy.

“Why? I like it. Your hand fits me perfectly,” Miles answered, his voice low and sincere.

I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Even though the cafeteria looked almost empty that night, I wasn’t supposed to leave my work and go eat with one of the residents. But Miles kept leading me gently, and I found myself following.

We reached the small dorm cafeteria. Miles ordered a warm portion of pasta and some sides for both of us, then guided me to a quiet table in the corner. Once we sat down, he picked up the fork, twirled some pasta, and held it up to my mouth.

“No… you don’t have to do that,” I said, panicking a little. “You can eat it yourself.”

“Open your mouth,” he said softly, his blue eyes warm. “I know you’re hungry.”

I hesitated, but the smell was too good and my stomach was rumbling. Finally, I opened my mouth and let him feed me. The simple act felt so intimate. No one had ever done anything like this for me before. My face grew hot as I chewed.

“You don’t have to do that, Miles,” I whispered after swallowing. “I feel uncomfortable.”

He smiled gently and reached out. “Oh wait, there’s something on your lip.”

Before I could react, he wiped the small bit of sauce from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. Then, without thinking, he brought that same thumb to his own mouth and licked it clean while looking straight at me.

My heart raced. The casual, caring way he did it sent another rush of heat straight between my legs. I was getting wet again — really wet. My thick thighs pressed together under the table as I tried to stay calm. Miles kept feeding me small bites, his movements slow and gentle, like he enjoyed taking care of me.