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“Not here,” I reprimand, while pulling my mouth off his just to tease his lobe and bite into it.

He hisses in pleasure, wrapping my hair around his wrists and pulling it back.

“See… you say not here and then you do that? You’re not very convincing,” he says, his eyes darkening as they hold mine.

I should put a stop to this. I know I should. But seeing just how far gone Milo already is feels like a shot of pure dopamine. I can’t explain it, but the way he looks at me, like he’s seconds away from losing his mind if he doesn’t have me right here and now, is enough to make me forget all logic.

“We have to stop,” I say, placing my hands on his chest. His perfect, rock-hard chest.

I lick my lips, and it’s all the encouragement Milo needs to slide his hand further in between my thighs.

“Fuck. Every time,” he groans, feeling how slick and ready I am for him.

“Milo,” I breathe out his name, my nails sinking into his shoulders.

“Shh, Max. I promise I’ll be quick.” He winks at me.

That fucking wink is going to be the death of me.

He stares into my eyes as his fingers begin to softly stroke me, soaking up all the wetness before his thumb lightly flicks over my sensitive clit. I let out a gasp as my forehead falls onto his shoulder, the sensation too much to bear.

“No, baby. Eyes on me,” he groans out, gently pulling my hair back so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes.

My breaths come out in little spurts as he plays my body like a well-tuned instrument, stroking each chord to create his favorite song.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “Just like that.”

My body trembles as he continues to draw circles over my clit, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he inserts a finger inside of me.

“This is my favorite part,” he mutters breathlessly when my body starts to shake, so hard that I have to grab onto his shoulder with all my might just to keep my knees from buckling.

“Almost there,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, thick with desire.

His half-mast gaze never falters from mine as he picks up the pace and adds a little more pressure to his thumb.

When the pleasure finally overwhelms me, I bite down on a sob, every muscle in my body going deliciously slack. Milo then leans in for a tender kiss, as though he’s putting the finishing touch on his masterpiece.

After he’s made sure I’ve been properly taken care of, he runs his fingers through my hair and straightens my clothes, erasing any evidence of what just happened.

Still, it’s the unhappy curve of his mouth that has me worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“You mean aside from the fact that I can’t kiss my girlfriend whenever I want?” He lets out a humorless laugh. “Nothing. Everything’s great.”

“Sarcasm isn’t your strong suit, Milo. Leave that to the professionals,” I tease, hoping to get a smile out of him.

Instead, his shoulders slump.

“I fucking hate this, Max. I hate that we have to constantly sneak around. I hate that I can’t hold your hand or touch you whenever I want. I hate that I have to hide how I feel about you.”

“It’s only for a couple more months. We graduate soon, and then Fairhope will be a distant memory. We can finally start our lives together.”

“But I want to live my life now.” He pulls back, his jaw tightening. “I want to love you now. Not in some distant future. Today.”

I frown, picking up on the frustration in his voice.

I know this isn’t easy for him. Lying to everyone, pretending we’re practically strangers, constantly having to look over his shoulder before reaching for my hand. We can’t even pretend to be friends, let alone admit how we really feel about each other. None of it comes naturally to Milo. He’s never been the sort of person to hide how he feels.