Page 43 of Miles Apart
That girth needs a warning label.
Miles walks us to the bed but takes his time putting me down. His lips return to mine before he leaves to handle the condom. I think he comes back with a warm washcloth, but I’m not sure. The man fucked me so good, I went straight to sleep.
Chapter 19
Emma
“Show me again!”
I sigh and pan my phone around thePiazza del Duomofrom my window seat in the café to show Justice for the third time. It’s in the low 50s in Milan, but it’s a sunny afternoon, with tourists gathering in the square to check out the gothic cathedral.
“Happy now?” Her face is a dead giveaway that she is. Justice already squealed over my lunch, like a spring salad with fresh mozzarella requires applause.
“Very!” She cuts into her omelet with too much enthusiasm given our time zone difference. It’s seven thirty in the morning in Austin, a minor detail for the woman who’s ready for a virtual tour of Milan.
I wouldn’t put it past her to try and squeeze herself through the phone to get here. Not that her forehead would fit.
Justice has been a morning person for as long as I’ve known her. She’d wake me up for high school when I stayed at her house while my parents were gone. The same bright-eyed smile and curls pulled up in a loose bun haven’t changed in twenty years.
We text almost daily, but this video call is special. Galentine’s Day has become a tradition since Justice discovered her inner Joan Clayton. No matter where we are on February 13th—me in Milan, and her at home this year—we check in for a date, assuming we’re not already together on a trip. I’m happy to see my girl, but jet lag and a bouncy friend don’t mix.
Justice forks another bite of her breakfast from the setup at her dining room table. Between the tiny bowl of mixed berries, the champagne bottle and orange juice for mimosas, and cheesy Galentine’s Day decorations, my friend takes her holidays seriously.
“It’s gorgeous over there, Em. Are you done for the day?”
I nod. Me and my crop sweater dress set are taking several seats. “Just met with the last vendor. Looking forward to a couple of days of rest before I head back to Cali.”
Fashion week hasn’t started here yet. Everyone is still in London before they hop over and then head to Paris. I’ve done the circuits, moved from one city to the next with the promise of couture, but I opted out this year. The allure is there, but after a while, it’s tiresome.
Moving across time zones is no joke. I need my wits in order to bring to life a new campaign for Soie once I return. I also need to ready my mind to be in the same vicinity ashim.
This trip to Milan is right on time.
No social calendar of events.
No distractions…like the one who ghosted me days ago.
“Emma!”
“Hmm? What did you say?”
Her frown softens. “You okay?”
Am I?
“Of course.” It’s where I want to be but miles from the truth.
Justice is in the throes of the honeymoon phase now that she and Terrence are back together. I won’t disrupt that by telling her about Miles and I having sex. Before he left.
It’s been four days since Miles followed me back to my room and laid it down so good I woke up facedown with drool on my pillow. I also woke up alone, which I usually prefer, given sleepovers aren’t a habit. But Miles is different. He told me he doesn’t share a bed with the women he sleeps with. It was wrong of me to assume he’d break his rule.
What we did, what we shared, deserved more than him running off in the middle of the night. I knew the sex would be off the charts, but damn can the man fuck. It wasn’t just his ten-out-of-ten thrusts or his stamina that had me cracking every toe. It was his care—the way he devoured me with his mouth and cherished me with his eyes. Every touch was intentional, like he was in tune with what made me purr. And purr I did, over and over again.
We never exchanged numbers—another sign I shouldn’t expect more. The problem is I want more. Sex, that is. The dick is too good to only try once.
If Jay found out Miles dipped his dick in me and went silent, she’d make Terrence pay him a visit. The drama is unnecessary, and I refuse to burst the bubble she’s in with my mess.
Who knows if Miles is still coming to California to work with Lorenzo. Whether he does or not, I don’t care. New York was a one-time situation. It’s done, over.
