Page 22 of Unexpectedly Wanted
I was attracted to Milo.
This wasn’t going to end well for me.
Because there was no way Milo would ever like me enough to even be my friend.
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Milo
I would have liked to say that I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but that would have been a big lie.
Things were shifting.
I might not have been a super emotional person most of the time, but I was aware of things. Things like how my distaste for Remy was starting to fade. It was twisting and turning around to the point where I was actually starting to like him.
The thing was, I didn’t know how to like someone. Well, I didn’t know how todeal withliking someone. What did I do now? How was I supposed to act? Was it better just to ignore it and pretend as if things were as they had been?
It had been a little awkward last night when I’d pointed out his erection. I hadn’t meant to embarrass him or anything. I was simply making it known that I was aware of it and that I hadn’t needed that part of him pressing against me. Except after I’d said that, I became super focused on it. It wasn’t like it instantly went away. The thick, hard appendage had been pressed up against my ass. I’d remained still, but my brain had been going a million miles a second, wondering if I should have maybe… done something with it? About it? To it?
Like…
Wiggled my ass against it just to see if I could feel how big it was. And I even went as far as thinking about what it would have been like to roll over and run my fingers over the silky-smooth skin.
Then my mind went to places it shouldn’t have gone to. I wondered what his dick looked like. I could feel the bulk of it against me, so I knew it was decent in size. The weight of it as it pressed into my ass cheek suggested it was pretty meaty, so I figured it was thick too. Not too thick, it didn’t feel like he had some sort of monster cock down there. Which was good because I’d read enough Manga to know that I wasn’t into monsters or tentacle things. I imagined he had a nice cock. But imagining wasn’t enough for me most of the time. It was like I’d been made aware of it and now I had this half filled-in picture, which would only leave me thinking about it until I actually knew what he looked like naked.
He probably had a really nice cock.
And I might have been curious about it beyond looking at it.
What would I do with it? WhatcouldI do with it? Would I really want to go there with our history?
But before I could make a decision about any of that, my body had taken over and I was asleep.
The cocoon of his embrace had been everything I’d needed, and I must have not only felt comforted, but also safe. I was out, too. Slept like the dead until my alarm went off.
Which was ten minutes ago, by the way. I’d moved just enough to turn it off, but that was the only life out of either one of us. He still held me, though I knew he was awake behind me.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asked.
His voice sounded raw and rough, leaving me to wonder if he’d gotten any sleep at all. I was too chickenshit to ask, though, knowing that if he hadn’t, it was because of me. Because he’d made himself uncomfortable just to make sure that I was settled and got what I needed. Which was probably the case. I felt guilty, and there was also a little part of me that felt warm. Like eating a giant spoonful of hot fudge, and feeling the molten sweetness slide down my throat and coat my belly.
“Yes,” I answered in nearly a squeak. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Good,” he said sweetly. His arms tightened around me for a second before he began to pull away. My hands became tangled in the sheets as I frantically tried to reach for his arm to stop him. I wasn’t ready to break apart and face the day yet. Or face him. Maybe that was more it. This way, I didn’t have to look at him yet. I didn’t have to try to dissect every little twitch of his face muscles or attempt to decipher the hidden code in his eyes. “Yeah?”
I heard all the questions in that one simple word.
“Don’t read too much into it,” I told him as flatly as I could. “I’m just… avoiding.”
“Your parents?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied.Let’s go with that.
“Should you take the day off and spend time with them?”
I snorted before shaking my head violently, bumping his chin in the process.
“Sorry,” I murmured, but I must have not hurt him that much because he was laughing at me. “Asshole,” I breathed out, which caused him to laugh harder.
