Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Kash
And now I have to do something with the boner my girl left in her wake.
On second thought, maybe I should save it.
Tugging on my dick, I try to relieve some of the tension winding its way through my body.
When Mila told me she was getting ready to go out, I decided to start “Operation Make Mila Mine”.
I felt the way she clung to me in her bedroom, and when she came out to leave, man, did I fucking feel her eyes all over my body.
I’ve never been more thankful for my slight addiction to working out.
I could feel her sharp gaze all over my skin.
Every part of me tingled like she was physically touching me as she looked.
I almost lost it, tossed her over my shoulder, and locked her in my room for the night, but she looked so fucking pretty.
It would have been a shame to smear that lipstick all over my cock, right?
Her hair was down, and I definitely noticed the way her sweet curves filled her jeans. There’s no way I would have let her leave the bedroom for the weekend. On the plus side, the little app I installed on her phone is functioning.
God bless Atlas and his crazy ways. He told me all about the app he keeps running in the background of Cora’s phone. I would judge him if I wasn’t so impressed. Also, after what they went through, I can’t blame him.
I decide to let her enjoy her night for a bit while I enjoy mine and do a bit more ‘Woo-Search.’ As a little welcome gift, I put new bedding on the mattress for my girl.
She seemed surprised when she came in and saw the pale-yellow silk sheets already on the bed.
I found a nice comforter at a local store and quickly got it set up for her.
I didn’t want Mila to worry about anything when she arrived.
The look of appreciation on her face was worth it.
I almost put the toiletries I bought for her in the bathroom, but realized she’d probably figure out I went snooping last time, so I decided not to.
Much to my dismay, her kitchen sink didn’t actually cause much damage.
I did not anticipate the dishwasher fritzing out at the same time though.
Thanks, universe. I appreciate the assist. I feel better knowing Mila is closer to me.
Now, I can take care of her and watch her.
I won’t have to wonder what she’s thinking anymore, or what she’s doing, because I’m going to be the answer to both of those.
I know she’s affected by me, but doesn’t want to give in. It’s fine. I’m patient. I just have to keep wearing her down. She’s obviously into me. My sweet little Sunshine.
Looking through a few of the drawers she already put clothes in, I’m pleased that, of course, her underwear is in the top one.
She has a few cotton sets, which doesn’t matter to me, because she’s sexy in literally anything.
There is nothing she could do that would turn me away from her.
She doesn’t need lace or anything fancy because it pales in comparison to the girl wearing it.
It’s just fancy wrapping paper on a gift.
I’m rewarded for my snooping when I find another pair, just like the red ones. Little blue shorts, with lace around the bottom where the globes of her ass would peek out. The cotton is soft in my hands, even at the trim. I can’t wait to peel them off her body.
Putting Mila’s little shorts back into her dresser, I shut the drawer and look around her room.
I don’t feel bad about looking through her things.
I want her to see that I notice the little details and if she’s not willing to share them yet, I’m more than okay with following the clues.
Needing a few minutes to myself, I decide to take that shower I lied to Mila about.
As I head to my bathroom, I try to shake off the fog threatening to creep in.
Now that I’ve committed myself to a relationship and future with Mila, even if she’s not ready yet, I find my mind drifting toward her.
I couldn’t give two shits about where she’s been, or what she’s been doing all these years.
Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I’ve had a lot of time to think on it.
In the small amount of time I’ve known Mila, I know two things for certain:
One. It’s only a matter of time before I can convince her to be my wife. She's already lowering her defenses.
And two? It would kill me if something happened to her. A piece of my soul would literally die, and I’d never get it back. I would live but only so I could relive every moment I shared with her for the rest of my life.
Choosing to focus on the first part, I know exactly what my next step is. Cranking the water up to the hottest setting, I remove my boxers and step into the stream, wondering if maybe it’s going too far, or if it’s not far enough. Yet.