Page 33 of Unexpectedly Wanted
“I would say so, yes,” he told me with a smile on his lips. “I’m pleasantly satisfied. I hope you are as well.”
I snorted.
“Considering I just came buckets, I’d say so.”
“There’s no way you could actually come that much during one—”
“It’s just an expression, babe. I’m merely saying that I enjoyed it very much,” I said.
“Oh, right. That makes sense.”
“Give me your shirt,” I said.
He sat up and pulled his shirt off. Then he handed it to me without hesitation. I used it to clean us up, starting with him, watching his expression as I did so. He took everything in, almost like he was cataloging the steps. Or he could have been making sure I was doing a good enough job. It was hard to tell. But he must have been satisfied with my quick clean-up because he settled back down beside me without one single comment. I tossed the shirt behind me, not one care where it ended up. Milo was shirtless, looking sated and happy right next to me. I didn’t want to miss a second of this.
I was pretty happy in this moment.
But I wouldn’t lie. A part of me wondered if I’d royally fucked up.
12
Milo
“We should get some sleep,” I said as a little yawn slipped out.
I hadn’t been that tired before we’d started touching, but I was wrung out now.
“Under the covers,” Remy said.
I was like a slug as I moved and waited for him to pull the sheets back enough for us both to crawl in.
How did we get here?
Somehow, we’d gone from me being unhappy about my weighted blanket being on the bed to frotting.
I might not have had much experience— barely any, actually— but I was pretty sure that wasn’t the normal progression of things. Not that I was complaining. It was just that… if I wanted to make this move in the future, I had a feeling that I’d have to come up with a better way to get to the frotting part. The big question was, would it be with Remy next time? The thought that it would be someone else didn’t sit right with me, but there was no way that I’d suddenly started to like the guythatmuch. Just days ago, he made me so irritated it practically had me seeing red every time he was in the same room.
So how was it that I liked being around him now?
Maybe liked was too loose of a word, but I wasn’t ready to put something deeper there.
As I settled my head on my pillow and Remy covered us with the sheets, I realized that the stupid weighted blanket was still there. I hadn’t actually gotten what I’d wanted. Because… wasn’t what I had been arguing was that he could be my weight even if it made us aroused?
Remy carefully removed my glasses, which caused me to open my eyes. He smiled at me as he leaned over and put them in their case on the bedside table. Once he settled in his spot, I rolled over on my side and faced him. His brow went up as he mirrored my movement and stared at me.
“Is there a reason more than getting an erection for the blanket being on the bed?” I asked.
I’d learned a long time ago that you wouldn’t get any answers if you didn’t ask questions. Very little embarrassed me. I just never felt the need to feel such a thing. All my life, I’d been picked on and laughed at and put down. So there had come a time when I just didn’t care about what other people thought. I didn’t care about coming off as weird or strange or inappropriate with how I acted or what I said. Let them laugh. At least I had the balls to voice things most people would keep to themselves.
His cheeks heated, enough so that I noticed even with the low light.
There was another reason. But why hadn’t he just told me?
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said.
“And that’s all?” I asked, because I honestly couldn’t tell.
“Well, no.” He paused and sighed. “Maybe I’m a little confused right now.”
