Page 99 of Unscripted with Mila

“Me too.”

Then I yawned. Wide and loud. He chuckled. “Let’s get you to bed. You look ready to fall over.”

“You should too. You ran twice today.”

“Not being on set, I have lots of restless energy.”

We moved around, getting ready. It was incredible how comfortable we were with each other. How easily he fit into my space. I liked seeing his things around. His shirts hanging in the closet, his toothbrush beside mine in the holder.

I crawled into bed, and he wrapped himself around me. I kissed the tattoo over his heart. A beautiful rose with one red drop of blood caught on one of its thorns.

“What is this for?”

“In memory of my mom. Her name was Rose.”

I traced the ink. “It’s beautiful.”

“MJ was furious when I had it done. She didn’t want me marring my skin.”

“None of her business.”

He chuckled. “That’s what I told her. Plus, I reminded her that is why there are makeup artists on set. So far, it has never been an issue. I wouldn’t remove it even if it were.”

I felt his sadness and wanted to make him smile.

“I wanted to get another tattoo, but I was never brave enough after what happened to the first one.”

He looked surprised. “You have a tattoo?”

“I did.”

“What? Where?”

I tapped the crease of my thigh. “Here.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. It was a little mouse. So cute. I loved it. It was there one night, gone the next day.” I paused. “I think my pussy ate it.”

He blinked, then he began to laugh. He gathered me in his arms. “Fuck, Mila, you make me happy.”

“Good.”

He pressed a kiss to my head. “Go to sleep.”

“You don’t want to look for the mouse?”

He drifted his fingers over my center, his voice teasing. “I dunno. This thing safe? I mean if it devoured a mouse, what’s it going to do to my cock?”

“It only likes wild game. Not chicken.”

He rolled us, hovering over me, laughing, kissing, and talking all at the same time. “Then I’m gonna let your pussy choke my chicken. Hard. He’ll fight and survive.”

It was my turn to laugh. Until he made me scream.

Twice.

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