Page 108 of Fighting Fate

"You," I say, the simplicity of the word heavy with all the unspoken feelings and the significance it carries for us both.

Miles' expression softens initially, then shifts to a smug grin. "You saying you want me, Mills?" he teases.

I nod, shedding my reservations, embracing the confident side of myself that Miles always manages to bring out. Right now, I just want to turn off my brain, forget my responsibilities, and lose myself in this moment with him.

When she whispers, "You," it's as though the rest of the world just disappears. Suddenly, it's just us, enveloped in our own universe where the pull between us is palpable, impossible to ignore. This moment is what I've been holding out for, and now that it's arrived, there's no way I'm letting it pass us by. Throughout this semester, Milli has evolved from merely a friend to my cornerstone, constantly there, her support unwavering, cheering me on and even helping me navigate the complexities of the MCAT. Our connection has always been profound, yet it feels as though we've recently transcended to an entirely new depth of intimacy.

In a swift motion, I lift her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist in a perfect fit. Her hands find my neck, her skin tingling with goosebumps under my touch. The intensity of her breathing tells me all I need to know about her desire. Her wanting this. Wanting me.

I grin, keeping the mood light as I whisper, "About fucking time." Her chuckle—that smile of hers—it's unforgettable. Milli has always been a permanent fixture in my life, and right now, I can't imagine a future without her in it. I want to savor every second of this, to lose myself in her.

Our lips meet in a kiss that's both tender and full of promise. Gently, I carry her to my bedroom with this new, electric undercurrent between us. I'm keenly aware of how significant this moment is. It's a crossing of a threshold, both physically and metaphorically. Our eyes lock, and there's a shared understanding that what we're about to do is more than just physical—it's the culmination of years of friendship, trust, and unspoken attraction. This isn't just about passion; it's about two people who've been orbiting each other finally colliding in the most intimate way possible.

We are meant to be here together at this moment, with fate guiding our path.

Milli

Pressed against the wall in Miles' dimly lit bedroom, the soft glow from the hallway paints shadows across our faces, and I catch my breath. His name escapes my lips, a whisper lost in the space between us.

"Miles." My voice is barely audible, our lips a mere breath apart.

He searches my eyes, his gaze softening. "Are you sure? Is this what you really want?"

My heart races, words faltering. "I don't want to risk our frie?—"

"I know, baby," he interjects gently, his lips meeting mine in a kiss full of promises. Desire ignites as his tongue meets mine, our bodies pressing closer. "My cock is dying to be inside that sweet pussy of yours." His voice is rough, lips grazing mine.

H.O.L.Y. Geez Louise. A cascade of emotions floods through me. I've seen many sides of him—his confident swagger, his tender heart, and now, this intoxicating blend of dirty talk and raw desire.

"Please," I find myself whispering, my voice dripping with a need I can't and don't want to hide. This is Miles, after all. My childhood friend, my first crush; the center of my world. My experiences pale in comparison to the way he's looking at me now, filled with a mix of curiosity and questions.

"Fuck, Mills," he breathes out, his gaze intense. "Who was it?" But I dismiss the question with a shake of my head.

"It's not about them," I tell him, holding his face gently in my hands. "This moment, with you, is what truly matters."

He looks at me, still uncertain, and I fight the urge to growl in frustration. We've been building up to this moment for weeks, skirting around our growing attraction, and now it's within our grasp. I want it more than ever.

I softly plead, "Make me feel good, Miles."

Without a moment's delay, he pushes me against the wall, his hand softly yet assertively holding my chin. His kiss is passionate. His touch, both urgent and caring, sweeps down my back, grounding me in the present moment with him.

"Need to get this off," he murmurs, fumbling for nonexistent buttons on my dress.

I guide his hands, unzipping my dress myself. It pools at my feet, revealing the delicate pink lingerie I'd debated wearing. Miles' gaze devours me, igniting a feeling of being deeply desired, that I want to etch into my memory forever.

"God, Mills," he whispers as he closes the gap between us. Lifting me once more, he presses me against the wall, his eyes searching mine. "Is this for me?"

I answer with a shrug, his familiar grin spreading.

His fingers find their way above the waistline of my panties as they move back and forth, teasing me, savoring me and, god, is his touch killing my own patience.

His fingers fall lower, so frustratingly close to where I need them that I whimper into his mouth. "Needy, Mills?"

"Yes," I admit, unashamed.

His hand is so big, he palms my ass perfectly, squeezing it before he slips his fingers under my panty line again, this time grazing over my entire pussy like it's a reward for being honest with him. I lean back, my head hitting the wall.

"Such a soft pussy, Mills," he hums against my throat as his mouth trails over it. "You're ready for this, aren't you?"

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