What Perfume Is That?

What Perfume Is That?

Based off one of my headcanons

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Miles and Gwen were on his bed, cuddling rather awkwardly. First time for everything, right? 

Gwen was on top of her boyfriend, arms wrapped around his upper back loosely, her thighs against his hips and hanging limp. The blonde’s head was propped under his chin, a nervous blush adorning her face. Miles had his arms around her neck gently, hands pointed downward as his lips were drawn in a tight line, head tilted slightly forward. The teenager’s cheeks were highlighted by a slight nervous sweat. 

Miles managed to get a whiff of Gwen’s hair, leaning his head downwards more and getting a stronger grasp on the scent. Gwen tenses up, shifting her body.

“What perfume is that?” Miles asks, swallowing back the stammer that threatens to invade his voice. Gwen relaxes visibly.

“Peach, I got it from—“ the blonde pauses, “—Skylar. The brand.” She finished. Miles nods, inhaling her fragrance again. He hummed, before pulling his head back, thinking his reaction might’ve been a bit too over-the-top. “What, you like it?” Gwen asks, chuckling. 

“I think peaches are my new favorite fruit.” Miles responds.