I now understand why there are fanfics written about his ankles, because every single inch of him is perfection.
I can’t get my fill of him, but Ineedto. Because while, to me, I’m making love to Milo every night, to him it’s just sex. Just because he’s attracted to me doesn’t mean he has feelings for me too.
Whichsucks.
It feels like I’m getting a taste of my own medicine. Like every ex who’s called me cold and unavailable has cursed me to fall in love with theoneman who’s unavailable to me.
Falling in love with the person I’m meant to protect? I’m a damn cliché.
I have his body—for now—but my heart knows that this is only temporary. Right now we’re in a little bubble, but I won’t be able to hide from reality forever.
Much like how I’vebeen dodging Reagan’s constant calls and texts about my relationship with Milo, I’ve been ignoring what needs to happen when this current situation is taken care of.
As Ray planned, we’ll keep the status quo until the articles and pictures of Milo wearing my leather jacket become old news.
But after that…
Once the buzz over this article dies down and Milo returns to his normal life, I need to resign as his bodyguard and leave before I mess everything up for him.
There’s already enough speculation surrounding Milo, and I can’t make things even more complicated for him.
I can’t rock the boat.
All I can do is enjoy these last blissful and wonderfully domestic days with Milo…except Milo’s been acting different recently.
He doesn’t veer from our physical intimacy, but he’s been distracted. When he’s not in his studio working on his song, I’ll often find him sitting on the couch, dazed and not looking at anything at all.
It’s Friday night, and his absent-mindedness has gotten worse since his dinner with his former bandmates.
It’s the first time we left the penthouse, but I’d been extra vigilant to make sure nobody was following us and snapping photos. It helped that the dinner location was at a very exclusive restaurant that takes privacy very seriously.
I’d stood guard outside the room while he and his friends dined together, so I can only guess what made him so distracted after meeting them.
He doesn’t even notice I’ve sat beside him until I literally scoop him into my arms, then he’s all bright smiles as he turns into a cuddle bug.
God, I’m going to miss this so much.
But I’m not what’s important right now. Something is bothering Milo, and I wish he would talk to me about it.
“What’s going on in that goblin mind of yours?” I ask.
He chuckles at me teasingly using Ray’s nickname for him, and turns on my lap so he’s facing me, letting his legs hang on either side of me.
His eyes meet mine, and like every other time this week we’ve locked gazes, all words fly out the window, and his lips find mine. We’re all tongues and teasing lips for a few minutes, and I could have this forever.
Fuck, I’d drown in him if I could, but I reluctantly break our kiss.
We’re both breathing heavily, and I press my nose into the nape of his neck to calm myself. His sweet-apple-and-mint scent doesn’t do much to calm my growing erection, but I breathe him in anyway.
“Did they say something to you at dinner?” I prompt when I finally catch my breath.
Milo has his arms wrapped around my head, and his nose is pressed into my hair when he replies, “They asked about the article, and I told them the truth.”
I pull back to gape at him. I was not expecting this.
“By ‘truth’ you mean…”
“I told them I’m gay,” he confirms.
