Page 75 of Unscripted with Mila

“You don’t regret it?” I asked, my words quiet, my eyes beseeching hers.

Please don’t regret me.

“No. You—we—were everything I dreamed of and more.”

“Yeah, we were.”

She slid her arms around my neck, rolling up on her toes. “Can I wash your back?”

“You can wash anything you want.” I waggled my eyebrows at her, and she laughed, the sound warm and sweet.

“You seem to be poking me with something.”

“Ignore it.”

She pressed her mouth to mine. “What if I don’t want to?”

I had her pressed against the tile in a second. “You’re not too sore?”

“No.”

That was all I needed.

* * *

We ate on the balcony, my appetite ferocious. Mila watched me eat, her gaze indulgent. She laughed when I snuck the bacon off her plate, slapping my hands away.

“Mine,” she protested.

I leaned forward, grasping the back of her neck and kissing her deeply. “Mine,” I growled.

A throat clearing broke us apart, and I tried not to smirk as Andi walked outside and sat down. She looked between us and shook her head as she poured her coffee and picked up a muffin.

“I see you two made some decisions.”

Mila blushed but straightened her shoulders. “We did.”

Andi met my eyes. “Her identity is private. That is not an option.”

“I understand.”

“I love her like a sister.”

“I’m glad.”

“I’ll do everything I can to help you, but God help you if you hurt her.”

Her words and quiet support surprised me. MJ would have already gone off the rails.

“I don’t plan to.”

She sat back. “How is this playing out, kids? We’re supposed to leave, Mila. Is this just a scratch-the-itch sort of thing, or are we attempting a long run?”

We had already talked about it in the night. Mila looked at Andi, leaning her elbows on the table as she spoke.

“I’m going to stay for a few more days, Andi.”

“On your own?”