"Hey." Miles said, doing his best to regain his 'cool.' He stepped aside to motion her into his apartment. The only thing he could think of doing was kissing her and... rocking her world. But was what Angelina said right? That there needed to be something else besides simply sex?
Miles flushed a little, trying to control his thoughts. "Come in. I've got dinner almost ready." Miles was an amazing cook, and the flat smelled delicious.