Page 34 of Unexpectedly Wanted
“Confused? About what?”
“You,” he said softly.
My brows pulled together. I think I understood what he was saying. However, I wasn’t sure what to say back to that. I suppose I might as well say what I was thinking, since there was no point in keeping it to myself.
“I get it. I’m confused about you, too.”
“Are you trying to say you might like me, Milo?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“I think…” I paused as I attempted to try to understand what was going through my head. I had a feeling it wasn’t something I was going to figure out completely tonight, so I gave him what I could. “I think I’d like to spend more time with you now that we got some things cleared up. And maybe do some more frotting because that was awesome.”
He didn’t chuckle at me like he usually did when I said things he might not expect, but there was a smile on his face as he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on my lips.
“I like that part too,” I told him, and this time it was me moving to kiss him. “The kissing, I mean.”
“There are a lot of parts I like with you,” he told me. “A lot of things I like about you.”
I swallowed hard, sure that some kind of strange emotion was taking over my body.
“Does this mean I can have the human Remy blanket back?” I asked, a little hopeful.
The answer must have been yes, because before I knew it, the actual weighted blanket was tossed to the floor. He reached over and flicked off the light. Then his leg hooked over my hip as he returned to his place beside me. His arms went around me, one of his big, warm hands settling on my butt cheek. The other hand went to my hair, and he pulled me against him until my face was perfectly buried against his chest. I slid my hand up his thigh, finding the right place for it to rest right near his hip. He hummed happily in the back of his throat, and all I could think about was how much I liked hearing the sound. I liked knowing that it was me that had helped bring forth that relaxed, satisfied noise.
My mind felt sluggish and my body relaxed, but that only slowed me down a little. Things were still pinging through my brain. Like the day and everything that happened.
That was when something very big occurred to me, and for some strange reason, I found it very bothersome and couldn’t help but to say something about it.
“You never answered the questions,” I blurted out.
“Huh?” he came back with, sounding kind of like he was well on his way to falling asleep. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke again, he sounded more alert. “What are you talking about?”
“Ice cream,” I mumbled into his chest. “And what you missed out on… you know, if you died unexpectedly.” I didn’t like thinking about that. I didn’t want Remy to die any time soon, and I suppose I hadn’t really realized how morbid that question was until now. Was it because we were in bed, cuddling like two people that were closer than we really were? Was it because this was an embrace reserved for lovers, so, therefore, my head was a bit confused, causing other parts of me to get wrapped up in feelings that weren’t really there? Or was it something else altogether?
Like what?I asked myself while I waited for Remy to answer. However, myself did not respond back with anything.
“Birthday cake ice cream,” he said. “Is that exciting enough for you?”
“That’s the one that has the rainbow doodads in it, right?”
“Doodads? What are you, ninety?” He chuckled. “Yeah. Doodads, also known as sprinkles.”
“That is fun. I’ll accept that answer.”
“You didn’t answer that one either,” he pointed out with a fun lightness in his tone that made me think he was amused and also curious.
I suppose it was only fair that I give him a response in return.
“I don’t like ice cream,” I told him, which caused this low rumble to start in his chest. It hit my ear pretty quick since my left one was currently plastered against him in the area where the noise seemed to start from. Then it was like the rumble refused to be contained, and then he was laughing, the sound completely surrounding me now. I… liked hearing it. It was not only pleasant to my ears, but it also made me feel warm inside. It made me smile, too. So, there was that. However, I wasn’t sure what it was about my response that had caused that reaction. “What? I don’t, so it’s a completely reasonable answer for me.”
“Who doesn’t like ice cream?” he asked, still laughing.
“I’d rather have pie,” I told him, hoping to satisfy him in some way. “Blackberry or lemon meringue. But they can’t be too sweet. I don’t get it when people make those pies sweet. Like, what is the point of using something tart as your base if you’re just going to drown out that flavor with sugar? But it also can’t be too bitter, because… that’s gross too.”
“So, it has to be a perfectly Milo-made pie?”
“Yes,” I said with a small nod of my head. “I don’t think it’s asking too much. There is a huge margin between too tart and too sweet. I’m not unreasonably picky.”
His body trembled with silent laughter, then I felt his lips press against the top of my head.
