Page 92 of Unscripted with Mila

CHAPTER NINETEEN

NICHOLAS

I was lost to her. Her taste, her touch, her scent. All my senses were on overdrive. Except, apparently, my hearing.

“Well, look at that,” a feminine voice said behind us. “Tonsil hockey in the late spring.”

I pulled away from Mila’s sweet mouth, startled. The sudden movement caused my head to smack into the hard wooden door.

“Ouch,” I muttered. “Motherfucker, that hurt.”

“Tsk, tsk, you kiss my sister with that mouth?”

“Do people regularly pop up out of nowhere around here? Interrupting private time?” I asked Mila, who was looking up at me with the most adorable smile on her face.

“That’s Sammy,” she explained. “I forgot she was here.”

“Nice,” Sammy sniffed. “Replaced by the actor and left behind.”

But I heard the affection in her voice and saw the smile on her face. I met her eyes. “Hi, Sammy. I’m Nick.”

“I’ve gathered.”

Mila continued to look up at me, and I smiled, tracing my finger down her cheek. “Hey, Shortcake. I’ve missed this face,” I murmured, lost in her gaze.

She smiled again, looking delighted.

Sammy cleared her throat. “I’m still here.”

“Don’t you have a cowboy you can sext? Or call him and wind him up?” Mila asked, not looking away.

“I dunno. This is awfully interesting. Besides, I heard Mom say something about pie.”

“You should go get a piece,” Mila instructed, crowding against me. She flexed her hips. “We’ll come in a minute.”

Sammy snorted. “Keep that up, and I’m sure you will.”

I shut my eyes, trying not to laugh. This was not at all how I saw my reunion with Mila going.

“You’re blocking the door, you know,” Sammy said.

“Use the back one.”

Again, Sammy started to laugh. “That’s what she said.”

She headed toward the rear of the house. “See you kids soon.”

I gave up and let my amusement out. Mila giggled, her eyes wide and luminous.

“So you’ve met some of my family.”

“They’re certainly vocal.”

“Brace yourself. News travels fast here. And you have fans. They’ve been waiting to meet you.”

I gave up on my plans of her and me naked. Or even alone. “Take me to your parents’ place, Mila. I have a feeling your father is timing us. And I don’t want to keep my fans waiting.”

She pouted, and I kissed her mouth. “I am going to get a headache in about an hour. I always do when I travel. I’ll need to lie down, alone and in the dark. You’ll need to write something and watch over me.”