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Talk about being made to fit somewhere. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Milo and I were made to fit together exactly like this. Especially once he starts to move, finding that rhythm that only we can. Our bodies work perfectly together, in complete harmony, a synchronized dance only we know. Fast and slow, long and short, I meet Milo thrust for thrust, a mess of limbs and movements as we work toward the one thing we both want.

I lose all track of time, knowing only the sound of my heart beating and the feel of Milo in and against me. All my nerve endings are hovering just under the surface, ready to fire at will. Right along with all my emotions. With each new kiss and thrust, I tumble further and further into the great unknown of my feelings for Milo. Willingly. Gladly.

“Bren…” Milo says, in between labored breaths. “I need you closer. Need to see you.”

Wrapping his arms around me, Milo rolls us. It’s a move I’m not prepared for, startling me. I dig my fingers into his arms, holding on as tight as I can, as he settles us, him sitting up, me in his lap straddling him. I reposition myself, moving my hips to find a new tempo. Milo groans, letting me know I succeeded.

“Fuck, Bren. You have no idea what you do to me.”

Same, Milo, same…

Milo leans forward, his forehead hitting mine. The gesture is sweet, intimate, and so loving that I can’t stand it. My heart is ready to burst. I slam my eyes shut to fight back the tears that are starting to form, my feelings climbing up and ready to get the better of me. I feel everything all at once, and there is so much I want to say. So much I want Milo to know.

So I let my body do the talking. I kiss him harder than I ever have before. Reaching between us, I find my clit, circling it furiously, needing to fall apart in his arms. I pick up speed, Milo thrusting faster as well, the both of chasing that high.

“Milo…” My words come out more prayer than anything else. “Come…with…me…”

My request was all he needed. A roar erupts from Milo’s chest, his fingers digging into me as he pulls me into a punishing kiss. My orgasm rips through me, taking over all my senses. It overwhelms me in a way I can’t explain. Words fail me, and all I can feel is Milo throughout every inch of me. I melt into him, letting whatever this is take over. He is all I need in this moment.

I collapse into him, my body going limp against his as the last of my climax subsides. I have no idea how long we stay like this, me in this lap, his hand absentmindedly running up and down my spine, but when he does finally ease us backward, I’m thankful he’s still holding on to me. Being in his arms is the only place I want to be.

It’s been a big day, with a lot of big feelings. And when tomorrow comes, there are going to be a lot of big decisions that are going to have to be made. Many that might put some of those big feelings in jeopardy. But tonight, I don’t have to think about those. Don’t want to think about those.

So I’m going to continue to enjoy this moment for what it is.

“I never took you for trouble, Brenna Rawlins.” Milo chuckles. “Guess I got you all wrong.”

“Trouble?” I scoff. “A little bit ago I was your good girl. Now I’m trouble?”

“You’re both. For me at least.”

“Can I share another secret with you?”

“Always.”

“When it comes to you, I’ll be whatever you want.”

“Then I’ll settle for mine.”

I smile. Same dopey smile from earlier when he said that he thought I was made to fit in his arms. This time I don’t hide it though.

“I’ll take it.”

26

BRENNA

“I am so not looking forward to this drive.”

Mell shoves a large bite of pancake in her mouth unceremoniously, making a show of chewing it. I laugh, even though nothing about the moment is funny. Really, if anything, it’s to keep from crying. Mell and I have said goodbyes like this before—even though they aren’t really goodbyes, more like see ya laters—but that doesn’t make them any easier. No matter how you spin it, it still sucks.

“At least you have your mom.”

Mell huffs out a sigh, her whole body deflating. “That’s a whole other thing. I love her, but fourteen hours in a car with her…if one of us doesn’t end up on the side of the road dead, it might be a miracle. Especially after living together this summer. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to be back in my parents’ house after being on my own.”

I nod, understanding that all too well. After all, that’s why I moved into Brandt and Milo’s loft in the first place this summer—to avoid my family. My sister specifically. My parents I like. And I’ve spent plenty of time with them this summer. All of it away from the family home and the hot mess that is Bryce.

The bell over the door tinkles, cutting through the faint conversation in Dolly’s. It’s midmorning, so the major early morning breakfast rush has gone, leaving only those who have time to linger, allowing for a much calmer atmosphere. One where you could hear yourself think and even have a semiprivate conversation. Providing the right mix of people are—or aren’t—present, that is.