Page 45 of Fighting Fate

Miles

Baby Sutton. What am I looking at?

A laugh escapes me.

Milli

I think my legs?

I imagine he can hear the playfulness in my reply.

Miles

Such fucking hot legs, Mills

My heart skips a beat.

Miles

So smooth.

Soft.

Long enough to wrap?—

A blush spreads across my cheeks, and it's not from the steam of the shower.

Is he flirting or just teasing me?

Milli

Sunshine, you admiring my legs?

Dealing with this side of Miles is challenging. I'm constantly torn between enjoying our flirtatious exchanges and fearing it might mean nothing. It's an emotional whirlwind.

Miles

Absolutely, especially after that pic.

This whole situation is a wild step out of my comfort zone, yet it's electrifying, like I'm more alive than ever. It's a thrill that surpasses even the rush I get from my romance novels.

Visions of being with him begin to overwhelm my thoughts—his body close against mine, our hearts pulsing together, catching glimpses of his face at the height of passion. My heart races with a fervor I've never known.

Miles

Mills . . .

His message breaks into my daydream.

But what should I say? "Thanks for the compliment? I know my legs are great. Want to come test them out?"

I close my eyes, wrestling between my heart's longing and my mind's caution.

I should end this now before it spirals. Yet, how can I possibly do that when just his words ignite a warmth inside me, intensifying with each moment? I bite down on my inner cheek, my body alight with nerves. This is new, yet with Miles, it feels strangely safe. Comforting, even?

I type, my fingers quivering.

Milli

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