Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Yet I couldn’t bring myself to force us back to reality because I wanted him, too. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything before. He felt like the missing piece to my soul’s puzzle, and I didn’t want that to slip away. Being with him was intoxicating, and I wasn’t interested in discovering my sobriety, at least not for the next twenty-four hours.
It felt as if we were in our own twisty fairy tale. Six hours away from reality and from anyone who knew who we were. We were make-believing in a time and place that was solely for us. I, for one, was not ready to wake from our enthralling fantasy. There was only one thing I craved at that time—more, more, more.
CHAPTER 16
Starlet
I had sex with Milo in the back of my Jeep.
Oh my goodness, I had sex with Milo in the back of my Jeep!
And I didn’t regret it. I had a tug in my gut telling me that I should’ve regretted the act that happened between us, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. It felt so good, so right, being in his lap, feeling him inside me.
Once we made it back to our hometown, I knew I’d overthink every single thing that happened between us that weekend, but for the time being, I would allow myself to be wild. To be untamed.
We drove back to the boutique hotel, and Milo carried all of our bags to the room. Before I could even mention that I was starving, a knock sounded on our door.
I walked over to open it and found a beautiful older woman with stunning silky gray hair down her back smiling from ear to ear. “Hi, Ms. Evans. We noticed your return, and I wanted to stop by to say hello. I’m Emily Turner, the owner of the boutique.”
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. I was informed about the mix-up with overbooking, and I wanted to express my utmost apologies. We would love to offer you one of our igloos facing Lake Superior for a romantic dinner for you and your partner. On the house, of course.”
“Oh, he’s not my…” My words faded as I raised an eyebrow. “On the house?”
“Completely. We can book the reservation for you now, and you can come down and enjoy the views. The igloo itself is heated, too, so you don’t have to worry about being cold.”
“That would be amazing, actually. How about at eight?”
“We can make that work. Thank you, Ms. Evans. We hope you’re enjoying your stay.”
Emily left, and I shut the door right after her.
As I turned around, I saw Milo standing there with a smirk on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Your partner? It seems you didn’t argue that much.”
I shrugged. “You’d be shocked by what I’d do for a free meal.”
“Dare I ask what you’d do for a Klondike bar?” he joked.
“You, Mr. Corti. I’d do you for a Klondike bar.”
He eyed me up and down with a devilish grin. “Seems you’d do me for even less than that.”
I felt my cheeks heat from his comment because he wasn’t wrong.
“I’m going to take a shower before dinner,” he told me as he pulled his shirt over his head in one quick movement. He unbuckled his jeans and walked past me straight into the bathroom. I listened as the water turned on, and I watched as his silhouette stepped into the water. My body reacted as I watched him step under the stream of water.
Without much thought, I undressed and joined him.
“Are you hungry?” Milo asked as he pulled out the chair for me inside our little igloo table setting.
“Famished,” I replied, taking my seat. That was not shocking based on the number of times we found ourselves entangled with one another that evening. One would think we’d be completely exhausted after spending the day hiking, yet somehow, we’d found a way to go round after round with one another. Maybe it was simply because we both knew that what we did up north couldn’t happen when we returned home.
Maybe, just maybe, we were trying to get it all in before our fantasy of the story of us came to an end.
Milo took his seat and smiled my way. “You look beautiful tonight.”
A chill raced over me. “I’m not used to you complimenting me like that.”
“If it makes it easier, I’ve thought about it every single day that I’ve seen you. I’ve thought about how stunning you are. I didn’t say it.”
“It’s nice to hear.”
“Secret friendship is really working out for us.”
I laughed. “I don’t think this is what a secret friendship would look like. This feels more like a secret…” My words faded off, but Milo was there to finish it.
“Relationship,” he said. “It feels like a secret relationship.”
I bit my bottom lip. “This is bad, isn’t it?”