When He Reads To Me

31. Milo

Chapter 31

Milo

“I’m such a fucking sinner, and I love it.”

I t wasn’t long after we had sex in the shower before she passed out, and I followed close behind her. She rolls over in her sleep now, pressing herself against me, and I pull her in close. Her head nestles on my chest as I trace the tattoos on her back.

I’m low-key obsessed with her.

And I can’t fucking help it. Every inch of her is perfect.

I haven’t yet seen a side of her I don’t want to be around.

“Milo,” Lissie mumbles my name. “I have to go. I didn’t plan to stay.” She yawns but doesn’t open her eyes or move to get up. “I have to see the lawyer today. Mason set me up with her.” I know Mason did because it was my idea, and it is my lawyer. It’s why Elizabeth is basically getting the service for free.

“But you don’t have to go now,” I say and pull her on top of me.

She comes easily, her hands resting on my chest as she looks up at me. “I do, and I’m sore.” She winces. I smirk as she blushes. “Can you take me home?” she asks, hopeful.

“Yes, but I’ll bring you right back.”

“This one-night stand isn’t really working out as I thought it would,” she says, smiling, and gets up. She finds her clothes and begins getting dressed. We showered last night and then promptly fell asleep together.

Best fucking night ever.

I watch as her jeans slide over her ass, and she glances at me, her cheeks getting even redder as she notices my hard cock.

“I would say it’s normal, but we shouldn’t lie to each other.” I wink.

“Milo…” she starts. I sit up, grab my jeans, and get dressed, throwing her her shirt when I find it mixed in with my clothes. She slides it on. “You know I plan to leave town, right? There is nothing here for me. I need…” she looks around, searching for the word she wants, “… freedom. I’ve never really had that before.”

“Yeah, freedom,” I say. “You deserve it.” She smiles and comes up to me, gripping my hips. Lifting up on her tiptoes, she tries to kiss me, so I bend down to reach her lips, cupping her chin.

“Thank you for not asking me to stay. I’m afraid I’ll say yes.”

“I’m afraid I’ll ask.” I touch my lips to hers before I can say another word.

She deserves everything, and if I’m not a part of that everything, I guess I need to learn to live with it.

No matter how fucking hard it will be, no matter knowing no woman will ever compare to her.

Fuck my morals.

What I have left is just for her.