Page 73 of Isolation
Did I forget to mention the washboard abs and the perfect V that I have never seen on another man?
Look away, idiot.
Milo doesn’t say anything. His expression remains unreadable, and he barely meets my eyes. He throws the flannel shirt and the used towel on the bed.
“I am running a bath for you,” he points towards the bathroom. “Uncle John said it will help to soak your leg in the water. I have a flannel shirt that you can wear till I run a load of wash for our dirty clothes.” He then gives me a sheepish look. “I only have one towel, sorry.”
“No worries,” I reply easily. “I don’t mind.”
“Do you need help getting into the tub?”
I slowly rise from the bed. “No, I got it.”
I make my way to the bathroom, and close the door to strip my clothes. Sinking into the hot water, I laugh over how I just shamelessly eye-fucked Milo.
Speaking of the devil, Milo opens the bathroom door. He doesn’t look my way. Wordlessly, he grabs my dirty clothes off the floor and walks out, shutting the door behind him.
He is washing my dirty underwear now?
Oh God. This is so uncomfortable.
I sink into the water and notice all the items Milo put out for me. Like the condo his bathroom is bare of products, but he lined up travel-size bath products along the edge of the tub. I assume he collected these through his travels. I smell each one and wonder where he traveled to procure them.
When I finish, I hobble out of the tub and wrap the towel around me. I am aware that I am surrounded by his smell. I am aware that this very towel was around his cock not too long ago.
I had hung my bra on the towel rack, and I am relieved to find that Milo didn’t take it for a wash. It’s one of those sweat resistant bras, even though I didn't sweat much during the walk.
After toweling off, I put on the bra along with Milo’s flannel shirt. At least, the shirt goes upto my thighs, and the bra makes me feel somewhat less naked while I have no underwear on.
I find Milo in the kitchen, unboxing some takeout which he presumably ordered while I was showering. He gives me a tight smile as I sit with him at the dining table.
He is still fucking shirtless, and I have no underwear on. Both of us are just hanging out half naked without a soul in sight. This big, empty condo is making that fact much more obvious.
This is unbearable!
I watch Milo’s expressionless face as we dig into our meals.
Look. At. Me.I silently yell in my head while he keeps his head down.
For the first time since I have known Milo, I feel invisible in his presence. I might as well be non-existent.
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Milo
Torment.
Torture.
Temptation. Sweet fucking tempation.
I am doing everything in my power not to look at Raven. Not to look at her wet, naked body underneathmyshirt that barely reaches past her pussy. Her pussy that currently has no underwear on because it’s in the damn washing machine.
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
Dad used to drag Mia and Reid to church every time he was off on a Sunday. He never bothered me with it because if he took the kids then it meant it was my day off. As a result, Mia and Reid believe in a higher power.
Raven and I were never interested in theology. It’s one of the things I find most attractive about her. She doesn’t need a higher power to control her destiny.
