I never told her the lights I put up around the cabin were for her. Mila loved Christmas. Ever since she was a kid, she always looked forward to everything about the holiday. Spending time with family, friends, loved ones…
Especially, the lights.
Having it look like Christmas year-round at my cabin was just one of the things I found myself doing only for her over the years. It came naturally, wanting to see her smile.
But that’s what friends are for, right? Keep decorations up to see the people they love happy?
I couldn’t count the things Mila had done for me over the years we’d been friends. Covering for me with my parents, tagging along to parties she didn’t want to go to because I wanted her there, getting me out of trouble when girls got a little too clingy.
She was there, always there.
I think that was why her leaving was such a hard thing for me. Not that I didn’t trust the boys, but it was different with Mila. I knew she had my back and I had hers. I had never trusted myself with anyone the way I did with her. She got to see not only the best but also the worst parts of me. Not having her around was going to take some adjusting and quite frankly, I didn’t know if I’d lose my shit without her.
If the way I was feeling right now was any indication.
I. Was. Fucked.
Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, I told her, “Your drink is on your swing.”
She smiled. “You know you’re going to have to guard my swing now that I won’t be around to keep all the girls off it at your bonfires, right?”
“You think I should paint reserved only for Mila Lawrence on it in big, bold lettering?”
She grabbed her drink and sat down on the swing. “I’m hurt you haven’t already.”
“I’ll get right on that.”
“It should be the first thing you do as project manager at Mountainside Building. When do you start by the way?”
“Next week.”
“You nervous? Excited?”
“You know me, Mila, it’s hard to get me excited about much.”
“Facts. You’re a pain in the ass like that.”
“It comes with the mentality of being a realist.”
“Or a pessimist, but whatever.”
“You’re enough of an optimist for the both of us, Lala.”
“Some people call me a magical unicorn.”
“You’re something all right.”
“You know what magical unicorns like?”
“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.”
“S’mores.”
“Is that your way of telling me you want a s’more?”
“Whoa, you catch on mighty fast. You’re going to work your way up the company ladder really quick with skills like those, Leo.”
“Mila, are you trying to be a smart ass right now? Because I hate to be the one to say this, but you’re only one of those things.”
“I’m never going to live today down, am I?”
“It’s too soon to tell. It just happened this afternoon.”
“On that note, it’s time for you to make me a s’more.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I threw a few more logs into the fire pit, making sure it was good to go.
“You make a good fire, Leo.”
I winked at her. “Me, Caveman, make good fire.”
After I grabbed two wooden sticks that I used to make s’mores with from the side of the cabin, I placed four marshmallows, two on each stick, and held them near the bottom of the pit where the flames weren’t as intense so they wouldn’t burn. I perfected the art of the s’more a long time ago and Mila always burnt hers. It didn’t matter how many times I told her to place her marshmallow under the flames. She got impatient and put it in the fire anyway.
“Who’s going to make my s’more in St. Thomas?”
“I highly doubt you’ll see very many bonfires on an island, Lala.”
Bringing the stick back to my face, I blew on the marshmallows for a couple of seconds while she slowly squished the chocolate and graham crackers around it.
I handed her s’more over to her. “All set.”
She smiled wide, taking a big bite from my fingers. I laughed when it got all over her lips instead of in her mouth.
“You’re the sloppiest s’more eater ever.”
“Hey! I have a small mouth and that’s a huge—”
“That’s what she said.”
She rolled her eyes, kicking up her feet to start swinging.
I finished my s’more and made two others before making my way behind her on the swing. Softly, I began pushing her as she ate contently in the seat. Hearing her moans of pleasure every few seconds wasn’t exactly helping my disposition and by that…
I meant my cock.
“Do you know you make sex noises when you eat s’mores on this swing?”
“I don’t make sex noises.” She took another bite and loudly moaned. “Okay, maybe I do, but can you blame me? S’mores are life.”
“I thought I was the one with the sweet tooth.”
“You’re rubbing off on me.”
“I guess so.”
“What am I going to do without you?”
Something came over me, and I stopped the swing.
“Leo.” She looked up at me. “What are you doing?”
Her mouth was covered in marshmallow and chocolate residue.
“You have a little bit right there.” I gestured to it on my mouth.
“Where?” She licked her lips. “Did I get it?”
I shook my head.
“What about now?”
I shook my head again.
“Can you help me?”
I nodded, squatting down to the ground in front of her, perched on the balls of my feet. Shocking the shit out of both of us, I leaned forward, and before I realized what I was doing, I gently licked it off her lips.
She slightly gasped, our mouths were now an inch apart.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you off.”
I licked the corner of her lip, letting my mouth linger while staring deep into her eyes. Her gaze set me on fire, and my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved having her look at me the way she was, and I never wanted it to stop.
The way it made me feel.
The way she made me feel.
Does she want me to kiss her? Does she want to kiss me?
Mila licked her lips and softly pressed her mouth against mine.
Giving me all the answers I needed.
Chapter 22
—Leo—
Ever so lightly, she pecked my lips and I followed her lead. Never had I kissed someone quite like this. Our tongues weren’t touching but it still felt like the most intimate kiss of my entire life.
The second her tongue touched mine, I felt my cock stir.
When did my dick suddenly have such a fascination with Mila? Has it always been this way?
Just as quickly as it started, it was over. Her body fell back as she pressed her hand against my chest, halting my descent.
“What are we doing?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but she abruptly stood and ran up the stairs.
“Lala—”