“I’m not having this discussion with you.” She blushes, while covering her face with her hands.
The first dance ends, and now Atlas and Cora invite anyone else to dance. Seeing my chance at a clean break, I take it. “Come on,Sweet Girl. Dance with me,” I request, standing to my feet and holding out my hand.
Looking once more at her mom, Mila shakes her head, muttering, “You are unbelievable.” Putting her hand into mine, Mila stands and follows me to a quiet corner of the little dance floor.
Pulling her tightly in my arms, as tight as I dare with her dad only twenty feet away, I let out the breath I feel like I’ve held since yesterday. I have Mila in my arms, and her parents and everyone now knows about us; plus, I’m not dead. With one of my hands clasped with Mila’s and the other across her waist, we sway along to the music. After watching my brother marry his girl, and letting everyone see us together, it hits me how good my life is in this moment.
“I am so sorry, Kash,” Mila whispers, an embarrassed expression on her face.
“For what?”
“Be serious. My mom just gave me the ‘I hope your sex life is good’ talk, in a weird roundabout kind of way. Oh, and my dad caught us making out, so there’s that.” She shakes her head. “Are we doomed?”
Leaning down, I quickly press my lips to her temple. It’s not the kind of kiss I want, but it’s the kind she needs. Mila needs softness and reassurance right now. “No, Sunshine. We aren’t doomed. We’re only starting. We have our whole lives to have awkward conversations with your mom and get death glares from your dad when he catches me kissing you.”
Leaning her head against my chest, she huffs out a small laugh. “If you say so, Casanova.”
“I do. I promise.”
We spin around for a little longer, and when the song ends, I glance at Mila. She seems lost in her own world. “Walk with me.”
Grabbing my jacket, I guide Mila from the main room. Everyone is so focused on the happy couple, I doubt they’ll notice if we’re gone for a few minutes.
Draping it over Mila’s shoulders, we step outside. The air is crispand cold, but the sky is clear and full of stars. Sitting on the wooden porch bench, I tug her closer to me. I hate the cold, but I know she needs a minute, and truthfully, I want her to myself, so if I have to freeze for a bit, so be it.
Staring out into the stars, it reminds me of our little date months ago, and how far we’ve come since then. I never thought I’d be this happy, this content or complete. I feel like such a sap, but there’s something about Mila that brings out a different side to me. I don’t want to be anywhere but near her. I want to know what she’s doing and thinking. I want to be with her and hug her and kiss her.
Now that she’s finally accepted that we’re an item, I feel like I can breathe.
After a few moments of silence, she leans her head against my shoulder, glancing up at me. “Hi.”
Kissing her forehead, I return her smile. “Hi.”
“Do you want a big wedding?”
Sitting up, I give her my full attention. “I want whatever you want.”
“You can’t say things like that to me, Kash.”
Cupping her cheek with my hand, I lean closer to her lips, letting mine stop a breath away from hers. “And why not?”
“Because I’m starting to believe it.” Pressing her lips against mine, Mila closes the gap. I cup her jaw, angling her head for a deeper kiss. I swipe my tongue against her lips, begging for entry. Mila doesn’t let me down. She opens and meets me halfway. One of her hands moves to my neck, then up to my hair. Grabbing at some of the strands, she holds me close to her. As if I would ever let go.
Kissing her lights up every nerve ending in my body. It no longer feels cold outside; my body feels hot all over. My cock is leaking in my dress pants, and I know I have to pull back soon, but I really don’t want to. I want to find a room and see how many times I can make her come before cake.
Pulling back, I nip her lip and groan when she tugs my hair one final time before removing her hand. Milastares at me, a curious expression on her face. She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it.
“What’s wrong? Are you cold? We can go in. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I ramble and stand without letting go of her. I start toward the door, but Mila tugs on my hand, stopping me. I turn to see what’s wrong, but find her gaze trained on me.
“Don’t cut your hair again, Kash,” she begins, her eyes locked on mine. “People will love you for who you are, not what you look like. I know I do.” With that, she tugs out of my grasp and heads inside.
Staring after her, I try to process what she just said.Did Mila tell me she loves me?
Chapter Forty
Mila
It’s been a month since the wedding, and it feels like I’m living in a dream. Life just can’t be this good, right? Shawn is almost done working in my apartment. The floors are finally installed, and the cabinets are almost done being replaced. My bathroom has already been tackled, and there is no longer a tarp of supplies residing there.
