“Me?” I gasped. “Have you seen these muscles, dear sir?”
“No. I need to touch them to believe the myth of a buff nerd. I thought those existed only in fairy tales.”
“I’m a different kind of fairy.” I peppered kisses on his shoulder blade.
“That’s so bad.” He buried his face in a pillow and groaned. Then he turned to glance at me and lifted his bum in the air.
“Do you need a massage?” My voice got lower in register with the mere suggestion.
“With your tongue? Maybe.”
I parted his ass cheeks with a firm grip. A tongue bath should soothe his rim, and I was very into aftercare, even more if it included my face in Milo’s backside.
Math would have to wait.
Once he’d passed his exams, he wouldn’t need me anymore. I’d leave, and we’d both continue our lives chatting online and maybe meeting every few weeks.
I’d be fine.
Except for the feeling in my chest that told me I was lying to myself.
Author’s notes:
Should I commission Milo’s gape art? *taps chin* Hmmm
Milo
“I passed!” I threw myself into Rowan’s arms when he let me into his hotel room.
“I knew you would.” He twirled me around and kicked the door shut.
“I got a B- but I’m so happy with it. Thank you for your help.” I peppered kisses all over his face, to the grin he was sporting.
“My pleasure. You should be proud of yourself.” He placed me on the bed and sat next to me. “Now, don’t be mad, but I wanted to celebrate your exam and cheekily assumed you’d want to spend time with me.”
“Okay, quite a fair assumption, but you look guilty.” I crossed my arms. “Out with it.”
“It’s flexible, so any day you could spare—”
“Ohmygods, what is it?”
“I booked a lake house.”
“Oh. For a retreat together?” I tilted my head, processing. Rowan was aware of how anxious I was to take any days off work, hence the amendable option.
“Yes.” He still looked sheepish. “You said you loved going camping and staying at a small cottage somewhere, and you haven’t been in a while, so—”
I interrupted him by straddling his lap and kissing the air out of him. He’d listened to all my stories about my parents and my aunts when I’d shared my happy memories with him. “I can take this weekend off.” Frowning, I waved my hand. “Off-ish. As usual.”
“Of course, Mr. Workaholic.”
“Pot.” Glaring, I poked his chest. “Kettle.” I pointed at my own.
He rolled me onto the bed and blew raspberries along my neck.
I squealed like an animal in the wild and wiggled, laughing. “It tickles.”
Rowan took a deep breath and continued down my body until I was giggling so hard, I somehow lost all my clothes and so did Rowan.
