I shake my head against his limb. “I have no idea. I can’t bring myself to talk to him.”
“But you know him. It’s not like he’s a stranger.”
I lift my head and deadpan him. “Milo, imagine you found out someone else was your dad. What if he was Mr. Birch.”
Milo grimaces. “Oof. That’s not fun to think about.”
“Exactly. No matter if he’s your favorite teacher, it doesn’t make it easier.”
“Okay,” he says, his chest inflating. “Coach Anders is your dad. Good lord. No wonder the energy between you and Kai was so low.”
“I’m just so angry at my mom,” I admit. “I was freaking sobbing because she knew all along but made me scared of finding out who he was.”
“I’m sure she had a reason.”
I nod. “She wanted Coach to finish high school and go to college. I haven’t read all of her diary, so maybe she did tell Coach before we lost her. But I doubt it.”
“So, you found this out through her diary?”
I nod. “Kai and Aunt Maddy are the only ones who know about it.”
“Does Maddy know about Coach being your dad?”
“Whenever I speak to her on the phone, she sounds like she’s on cloud nine. I can’t ruin her vacation with such a mind blow.”
“At least she’ll be home soon.”
“Yeah. I want her with me when I talk to Coach.”
“So, you will confront him?”
I nod, spreading my fingers between his and latching onto his hand. “I have to.”
“Thank you for telling me all this. I know it was hard for you.”
“I’m sorry I kept it a secret. It was just easier to keep it between one other person.”
“I get it. Kai’s your best friend, and I’d never stop you from talking with him.”
“He was so pissed when he saw us together.”
“He looked like he wanted to stab me when I went to his room last night,” Milo says. “I took the safe option and slept on the couch instead. Then I looked for you.”
“I don’t want to think about Kai right now.” I slide an arm behind his neck. “I’d much rather put my full attention on the hottie in my living room.”
Milo bobs and weaves his head. “Where is he?”
I giggle and plant a hand on the side of his face. “You goof. Just kiss me already.”
Milo laughs and drapes his arms around me. Our lips connect like two perfect puzzle pieces. I slide my hands down to rest on his chest. My palms massage at the fabric of his sweatshirt and he mumbles his approval.
Our kisses ramp up in speed, as we scoot to one end of the sofa. Milo lowers me against the armrest. One arm anchors behind my back, his other hand wanders against my ribs. In between kisses, I enjoy looking up at him. I smile at the way his glasses lower with his movements. His hands are gentle yet inflamed with passion as he holds me. I love that his smile is everlasting.
I pull him down further so he lies above me. He is so perfect; I never want to let him go. I could kick myself for never giving him a second look for all these years. I spent so many nights in my bedroom, dreaming of a wonderful boy coming into my life. Who knew he was here all along?
My arms wrap around Milo’s middle as I kiss along his neck and explore his collarbone. I’m about to take my exploration further when a knock at the door interrupts us.
Our bodies jolt together, and we mirror alarmed expressions.
