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Milo
“Hey,” Remy said. I didn’t like the timidness in his voice, or the fact that it was so strong that I had picked up on it. He pushed the door to the bedroom open and stepped in. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I mumbled. My eyes were fanatically searching around the room for something to fix. To straighten. To focus on. Anything other than what I’d just heard. “Fine,” I repeated, still mumbling.
“I don’t think you are,” he said, coming up behind me.
I felt the heat of his body at my back. I wasn’t sure if I liked him being so close to me right now.
Then again…
His heat was suddenly all I could think about. I could feel it spreading out from my spine and wrapping around my ribs. It held this… electrical current to it as it moved through me. I didn’t know what to do with that. Or what it meant.
“It’s really shitty,” he said. It was like he was speaking the things I just couldn’t say right now with my mind such a mess. “How could they do that to their own kid?”
“My mother,” I corrected him. “It’s all my mother’s idea. I just know it.”
“Right,” he said, and now his chest was actually brushing against my back. The charged zap sparked all over my body. “It was your mother’s plan to use you to get out of their mess. But it was your dad that got them into it in the first place. Maybe he didn’t know what she was going to do, but he probably had some sort of idea. And he didn’t try to stop her until today. Even so, I think he regrets everything.”
He was right. He was. I could admit that. And it really stung that both my parents hadn’t come to spend time with me, you know, their son. Deep down, I had known the truth. That was why I’d kept distance between us. I had just been waiting for this moment to come.
“They shouldn’t have done that. They shouldn’t have tried to force that upon you. No reason they have behind it will ever make that okay. And to know—”
“Stop,” I all but begged him. “I get it. This is my life, Remy.” My mouth was saying things that I fought against. Just like my body was willing me to do things that I was hesitant to do. It wanted me to turn around. It wanted me to press against his chest. It wanted me to ask him to wrap his arms around me.
But why?
I wasn’t entirely sure I understood. I didn’t mind people touching me. I didn’t have an aversion to it like some people did. Then again, it wasn’t like people wanted to touch me a lot. Most didn’t even get within a few feet of me if they could help it. With that said, I had never been one to crave touch. To wish that I had someone to hold me.
However, my head was trying to tell me it was because I never thought I could have such a thing.
After all, I couldn’t deny how much I’d liked having Remy’s weight on me and his body surrounding me as I slept.
“You’re worth something,” he whispered against my ear. Then his chin was there, resting on my shoulder, his cheek brushing against mine. “You’re worth more than the way they treat you. More than what most people give you credit for. And for damn sure, worth more than you think you deserve.”
It was then that something shifted inside of me. I couldn’t put a name to it, but I did notice it.
Just like I noticed how there was this warmth that settled in my chest. It did funny things to me. A lot of funny things. Very confusing things, since my head was trying to clue me into one thing while my dick was perking up with another.
“Tell me you’re not going to give into them,” he said. It almost sounded like a plea.
I turned suddenly. The need to see his face was overwhelming. I’d hoped it would give me some sort of explanation as to what was going on right now, but his expression only furthered my confusion.
So I did the only sane thing I could think of.
I kissed him.
I liked kissing him. His lips were soft, yet firm. They fit against my own in a way that I would describe as perfect. They were very nice lips, and the barely-there stubble tickling the skin around my mouth, reminding me exactly who I was kissing, was nice in a way that made me want to push my face right into his. To feel that stubble scraping against my skin harder.
“Milo,” he mumbled between kisses.
“Shhh,” I shot back. “Don’t ruin it by talking.”
He chuckled against my mouth, but then he took control. His arms wrapped around me, and he kissed me with passion.
Passion.
