Chapter 21 #2
She nodded, the pressure building so quickly she couldn’t get her head around what he was asking for. He could ask for the deed to her fucking house, and she’d sign it over.
She ran her hands over his shoulders, anchoring herself in his tattoos before she was lost to him completely. He covered her mouth with his, inhaling the rapidly increasing breaths she tried to control, but the second he dipped his tongue between her lips, she shattered.
She was gone.
She was his.
She was so fucking fucked.
“God, Hanna, keep going,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna—”
He coiled around her so tightly she thought she might suffocate, but the pressure brought her back into her body to fully enjoy the marvel that was a Milo Galantis climax and the unholy sound of him moaning right into her ear.
For a second, she thought that maybe they’d managed to freeze time. Maybe they had an eternity to spend twisted up in one another.
No talks to be had.
No consequences.
“Well,” Milo sighed, his chest heaving as he sprawled out across her bed. “That was just as bad as I thought it would be.”
“Terrible,” she gasped.
“It’s a good thing it wasn’t that great,” he said through stilted breaths, rolling to his side so he could face her. “Because I was worried we were making a huge mistake that we could never come back from.”
“Exactly,” she said, staring at the ceiling, unable to look at him for fear of what she might find gathering in those eyes. “I’ve actually already forgotten your name. So.”
“That’s alright,” Milo said, patting her shoulder. “I’m sure the next suite over can tell you.”
* * *
When she woke up the next morning, she realized two things simultaneously.
1. She was naked, and Milo was curled around her on Sara’s side of the bed. He was also naked, which was something she’d have liked to spend more time observing, however
2. Someone was on the other side of the door knocking, which meant Sara was back, and she was done sharing the space.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hanna whispered, shaking Milo.
“Say please,” he mumbled.
“Milo,” she said. “Sara is back.”
He shot out of bed and she watched ten different things process over his face at once. She frantically searched the floor for his clothes, tossing his shirt and pants over her shoulder. She reached for a t-shirt and shorts in her suitcase and pulled them on while hopping toward the door.
“Milo! Are you in there, man?”
Oh my god, is that Matty?
Milo and Hanna exchanged a glance, sharing the same spiral of thoughts from across the room as he shoved his leg through wrinkled suit pants.
“Your jacket is out here, asshole. It’s too late. Sara needs her contact solution!”
Hanna wiped at her eyes, swollen from falling asleep with her makeup on, and pulled the door open. Matty waited in the doorframe, thoroughly irritated.
“I’m so sorry,” Sara cried from the couch. Milo’s jacket lay in a heap on the floor, along with their shoes. “I tried to hold him off, but he wanted to see the suite. You know how much he loves fancy bathrooms!”
Matty entered the bedroom and Hanna bolted out to the kitchen. Milo’s muffled voice traded shots with Matty, but neither of the girls was brave enough to move closer.
“Is he mad?” Hanna asked quietly.
“Poor guy,” Sara sighed. “He’s just got a lot of big feelings about all of you. He works too much, he’s missed all of the sexual tension, and I think he’s still just blindsided. He’s been caught in Logan and Milo drama before.”
Hanna swigged the water. “You never told him you thought something was going on?”
“You said it was just sex,” she said, shrugging.
Hanna winced. She had a point.
Milo sprang from the bedroom and snagged his things from the floor, pulling his shoes on before throwing the jacket over his arm.
“We’re not done talking about this!” Matty called from the bedroom, appearing with Sara’s contact case.
“Neither are we,” Milo said quickly, leaning over the kitchen island and planting a searing kiss on Hanna’s cheek.
“Step away from the bridesmaid, Galantis!” Matty bellowed, clapping a hand over Milo’s shoulder and pushing him toward the door.
“I’ll text you,” Hanna mouthed.
Milo winked, dipping out into the hallway as Matty launched into another series of harsh whispers.
Sara rested her hand on Hanna’s arm.
“It’ll all be fine, Hanna. They’ve been friends for like two decades. Your vagina is hardly going to be what does them in.”
“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Taylor said, slouching her way through the mini-fridge. “That vagina sure put in some work last night.”
“Oh god. I'm so sorry, you guys. We thought you were out still.”
“We were,” Maricela said, cracking open a bottled iced coffee. “Caught the finale though.”
Taylor slapped Hanna’s ass as she slid past her.
“You’ll have to share your secrets. I’ve never made a man moan like that.”
Sara’s eyes lit up. “I need a play-by-play.”
Hanna shook her head. “I need Advil first.”
Taylor laughed, “For your wrecked pussy?”
“For my hangover!” Hanna stretched a little, her lower back tight, the space between her legs swollen. “And the tattoo. Okay, and maybe for my pussy. Goddamn.”
Sara waved at the living room. “Sit! I need dramatic reenactments. Diagrams. Fan casts.”
Taylor plopped onto the couch. “Florence Pugh. Brunette wig. Little Women accent, duh.”
Sara arched an eyebrow. “And for Hanna?”
Hanna threw her head back and cackled, grateful that this was the reception she got when Milo was probably getting his ass handed to him by Matty.
“Who was that Greek actor in that thing we saw last month?” Maricela snaps her fingers. “Nicolas whatever.”
“I think that guy’s Russian,” Hanna mumbled, scrolling through a litany of texts from Logan. She ignored them all and tapped over to Milo’s thread.
HANNA:
T-6 hours until the flight home.
How we feeling?
ALWAYS ANSWER
Like we’re going to need to book a redeye to untangle this mess.
HANNA
Is Matty mad?
ALWAYS ANSWER
I think just stunned. Doesn’t buy the ‘we’re just friends’ thing.
She typed out a message and then erased it, and then she did that a few more times, finally settling on something easier than the truth.
HANNA
Well, we ARE friends. Not sure what the appropriate suffix is.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Gimme 6 hours. I’ll come with a recommendation.
Her stomach did a little flip, and then it flipped back the other way. She realized that no matter what he suggested, she was terrified of fucking it up.