Page 117 of Milo


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Milo moved closer to my side of the table, pulling my chair for me to sit. I lowered my bottom until it touched the soft velvet and then waited patiently for him to round the table and do the same. Upon resting, his lips parted as if there was something he needed to say. My sight was set on his perfectly lined facial hairs and the shiny teeth that lie just beneath those succulent lips that I loved pressed against mine.

“What?” I blushed, feeling my cheeks tingle.

“You’re so pretty.”

His smile reached his eyes, eyes that I could fall in love with over and over again.

“Stop staring,” I whined, covering my face.

“Move your hands, Nay.”

“So you can stare at me all night?”

“That’s the perfect plan, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s awful.”

“Not when you plan to do the same.”

Uncovering my face, I admired the features of Milo that I loved most. His distinctive nose, piercing eyes, and kissable lips.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I am, baby. Now, go ahead. Open that box you’ve been impatiently waiting to open.”

Momentarily, I’d forgotten about the box that was in the YSL bag that dangled from my shoulder. I unbuttoned it quickly, placing it on the table so that I could remove the tiny black box. In a haste, I popped it open, finding it completely free of jewelry and stuffed with a note instead. My heart paraded in my chest as I cut my eyes toward a sniggering Milo. He found my confusion amusing.

“Seriously?”

“Are you going to read it, or are you going to sit over there looking pissed?”

“Both, because where is the ring that belongs in here, and why is it a ring?”

There were questions that needed answers and Milo wasn’t giving them to me fast enough.

“Just read it. The front first.”

“It has front and back?”

“Read the damn note, girl.”

I removed the folded piece of paper. The frown I wore was quickly swiped from my face as I began to read.

Be mine? Yes or No.

If, yes, flip over.

When I flipped the piece of paper over, there was more writing with a checklist to match.

“Aw, shit, Nay. You willing to rock with a nigga?” Milo asked, taking note that I’d flipped the piece of paper, meaning my answer was yes.

Since you’ve promised to be mine, here are the things I’m promising:

Love and cherish you, through the good and bad days.

Respect your wishes.

Create space for every version of you.

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