Page 28 of Unscripted with Mila

“I thought you were incredibly sexy. Alluring. A mystery I wanted to solve.”

“I suppose you’ve solved it now. I’m just me. Nothing very special.”

He stroked up on my arm, his fingers light. He cupped my cheek, gazing at me. “I like the woman I see right now. I think she is pretty special.”

I felt the warmth of his caress. His fingertips were callused, yet his touch was gentle. He had an expression in his eyes, a heat to his gaze that matched the warmth building in my chest. It flickered and coursed through my body, lighting it up the same way it had in the pool when I was alone with him.

His grip tightened, his other hand settling on my waist. The air around us turned warm, bubbling with our attraction. His head inched closer, and I gripped his arm, already anticipating his lips on mine. I trembled in desire, feeling it unfurl in my stomach, casting its grip throughout my body.

Then a loud knock sounded on the door. “Room service.”

We broke apart. His mouth had been so close, I could feel his breath on my skin. Almost taste him. A part of me I didn’t recognize wanted to say screw it, forget about the door, pull him back, and feel his mouth on mine. Lose myself in his kiss.

But he stood. “Your dinner. You need to eat.”

He went to the door and returned with a tray. He slid it onto the table, waving me over.

I sat down, and he lifted the lid. He chuckled. “Breakfast?”

“I love breakfast for dinner.”

“Well, enjoy.”

I stopped him from leaving, not wanting him to go yet. “Stay.”

He hesitated.

“Andi always orders me too much. Eat with me. Look,” I said, lifting lids. “I have pancakes and eggs, bacon and hash browns. Toast. She even added sausage. I’ll never eat all this. Please.”

He sat down, eyeing up the feast. “Only one fork.”

I picked up a piece of bacon, biting down on the salty, delicious morsel. “We can improvise.”

He picked up a sausage, rolling it in a pancake and dipping it in the syrup. “Okay, Shortcake, you win.”

I poured a cup of coffee, automatically adding the cream, a touch of sugar, and pushing it his way. “There you go, Mr. Hotshot Movie Star.”

He sipped it and grinned. “Told you you’d be getting me coffee again.”

I laughed. “I guess you did.”

* * *

As we ate, he asked questions. “You mentioned siblings.”

“A brother and sister.”

“Are you the baby?”

“Yes.”

“Do they have the same disorder?”

“No. We’re not blood siblings.” At his curious expression, I explained.

“My mom already had my sister when she met my dad. He adopted Sammy after they got married. Then they adopted Reed. Then me.”

“Wow.”