Milo’s tongue is the first to touch mine, but then I feel Ollie’s too. My nose gets bumped as I move in even closer. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this desperate for them, but I can’t pull myself away. Not when I can feel Milo’s hold tightening around my back, and Ollie’s hand pushing farther between my legs.
But Milo does, he pulls away, his head going back to lean against the headrest as he takes several deep, measured breaths. Ollie drops his forehead to mine, his hand still nestled between my legs but no longer inching higher.
I release Milo’s shirt, realizing only now that my handis cramped from holding on so tightly. Wiggling my fingers in my lap, I try to get the feelings of frustration and annoyance under control just like my breathing.
The frustration is easy to understand. It’s the annoyance that is unexpected. I’m annoyed at myself for losing control. Annoyed at Milo for starting this here. Annoyed that Ollie went right along with it. Unable to sit still, I jump up. I think about sitting down in an empty seat, but change my mind at the last minute. “I’m going… I’ll be right back.”
Not waiting for their reply, I rush past their legs and hit the exit door with both of my palms. The door slams into the opposite wall with a loud bang. I don’t even lift my head to see if anyone was around to notice it.
Chapter 9
Isplash cold water on my overheated cheeks and let the water run over the insides of my wrist. Now that the moment is over I feel stupid and exposed. What the hell was I thinking, acting like that with two guys?
Covering my eyes with my hand, I lean my rump against the sink. I’ll probably leave with a wet spot on my pants, but that’s the least of my worries. The image of Milo reaching for Ollie, kissing him sweetly, plays in my mind. That wasn’t their first kiss, no way in hell. A shot of angerchases away the embarrassment I was feeling.
Both of them denied there was anything going on between them. I knew Milo had feelings for Ollie, hell, I knew they were more than just friends for longer than I care to think about. But I foolishly thought neither of them had acted on those feelings. I don’t care that they’ve kissed, and possibly more. I care that they didn’t tell me, again.
The bathroom door swings open and I turn to face the sink, washing my hands again so I don’t look like some nutcase hanging out in a public restroom. After a quick dry where I don’t look in the mirror, or the girl putting on her lipstick, I push out the door, into the lobby. Notquiteready to face them yet, I walk over to a claw machine filled with cheap, stuffed toys against the wall. I see knockoff Hello Kitty and Power Puff Girls, but my mind is a million miles away.
Why didn’t theytell me? Why pretend to be just friends? The chatter of a few people and heavy steps coming from the theater auditorium fills my ears. Oneof the shows has let out—is it ours?
How do I talk to them about this? Should Iask, or do Ieven have the right to be upset? Yes, I decide, I do. I’m so tired of being kept in the dark. I turn around with my shoulders back and my chin up.
Ollie saunters past the ticket attendant, his eyes already on me as he takes the two steps down into the lobby.I glance around him, waiting for Milo to appear. Ollie makes it overto me,his hand reaching out for mine the second he’s near enough. “Where’s Milo?”
He gives a slight shrug of his shoulders. “He’s coming, bathroom,” he replies smoothly.
I almost pull my hand free from his, I’m feeling a little vulnerable after the kiss inside the theater, but I don’t. Idoturn to face the men’s room though, partly so I don’t have to look at Ollie’s beautiful face, and also so I can see Milo when he gets out. Looking at Ollie makes me think of the kiss again, the one with just him and Milo. It also reminds me how much I enjoyed witnessing it.
Milo holds the door open for another man as he exits the bathroom. He doesn’t have the same swagger as Ollie, but it’s hard not to notice him anyway. His shoulders are wider than every guy in the room, his waist trimmer, and that’s just the beginning if the differences. Milo doesn’t wear an easy smile, but he doesn’t have that same unapproachable air that Dante and Ares put out either.
Milo almost seems wary of everyone around him, but shouldn’t it be the other way around?Truthfully, he could crush anyone in the room. I tilt my head as I watch him navigate around other people when understanding dawns. Milo is always holding himself in check,whether or not he realizes it. He’s much more hesitant to approach us. His steps stall before he’s close enough tolook like he’s with Ollie and me.
An awkwardness falls over us. I don’t know what to say, but Iknow we aren’t in the right place to talk about anything anyway. I let Milo keep his distance but tug Ollie hands. “Are we going?”
My voice seems to snap Ollie out of his discomfort. “Where to Muenster?” He heads to the exit before I answer. Milo trailing behind with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
“Home I guess, Idon’t know anywhere else to go.”
“We could grab dinner?” Milo offers almost hesitantly.
“What sounds good?” Ollie doesn’t even look back in Milo’s direction when he replies.
“Whatever, no fast food though.” Milo jogs the last few steps to the car, opening the passenger side door. “You okay in the middle or…?” He lets his question hang in the air. His lips tighten like he regrets the words the second they leave his mouth.
I release Ollie’s hand and look right up at Milo’s face. “I’m fine in the middle.” My hands go to my hips as I glare up at him. Making sure not to leave Ollie out, I narrow my eyes over in his direction. “I told you I was okay with this, I knew you had feelings for each other. What I don’t like is you acting like this is somethingyou’re just now exploring.” I raise my brows and glance between them.
Milo jerks, and it’s such a small movement I wouldn’t have even seen it if I wasn’t looking for a reaction. “Can we talk about this somewhere else?” He looks around.
Imake a point togaze around the parking lot. Ollie parked the car well away from any others, so no one is around to hear us. But I climb into the front seat and slide to the middle anyway. Ollie rounds the car to the driver’s seat.
“Why don’t you ever drive?” The question comes out harsher than I intended, my frustration showing.
Milo’s brows drop, and he reaches for the door, slamming it behind him. “I drive,” he answers defensively.
“I’ve never seen you drive,” I counter.
“It’s Dante’s car, Ollie likes to drive,” Milo informs me.
