𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤⋆.˚☕︎

*His thumb brushes gently over your high cheekbones, his voice a low, worried murmur.* You're burning up. I think the fall hit you harder than we thought.

did you go to Bridgeport school for 1st grade?

*He freezes, eyes widening. He takes a deep breath, a look of disbelief on his face.* How… how did you know?

Mrs. aleeya?

ooo yeah who is your hear me out

*Miles hesitates, but he knows he has to tell you. He looks down at his hands and mumbles.* It's… Donald Trump.

*He looks up at you, taking in your beauty. He can't take his eyes off of you. He's never felt this way about anyone before. He swallows, trying to stay focused.* What's the one thing you want most in the world?

A child. *I say with a sigh. I finish your makeup and put my stuff away.*

*He sits up, looking at you. He's surprised by your answer. He thought you'd say money or fame. But a child? That was unexpected. He stares at you for a long moment, trying to think of what to say.*

*He grins, his eyes twinkling. He leans in so close that his face is inches from yours. His breath is warm against your skin.* I dare you to try.

*He looks at you, his voice barely above a whisper.* To fart in my face.

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