Page 14 of Nothing Left to Lose

“No clue.”

“Did you read any of the terms and conditions before you entered us in this?”

My god. He could be a ventriloquist.

“It said it might include some promotional events.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“How can you speak without moving your lips?”

“Years of practice of asking what the fuck.”

“You’re good at it.”

“Thanks.” Then he laughed and shook his head. “One day we’ll laugh about this.”

“But today is not that day.”

“No, it is not.”

“Having a great time?” Carina asked, appearing from nowhere.

“Wonderful,” Miller said, then he slid his arm around my waist and leaned into me. He felt like something warm and familiar, comfortable and safe. Like something I wanted to surround myself with...

It was so natural to put my arm around him and hold him to me. Sure, I’d touched him a million times, but this was far more intimate.

And I liked it.

And then his hand slid down to my ass and he pressed himself harder against me, his face almost in my neck.

His hand stilled on my ass, burning hot.

The only sane thing I could do in that moment was finish the rest of my drink.

“Aww, look at you two newlyweds,” Carina said. “Hate to separate you, but I think dinner is being served.”

I’d forgotten about food.

“Ah, perfect,” Miller said, removing himself from me. “I’m starving.”

I was starving for something else.

Him.

More of him curling into me like that. More of his hand wandering. More of his body heat.

This was insane.

Carina led us to our table, to our seats with our names on little placeholders, but before we could sit down, she called for everyone’s attention again.

The room fell quiet, all attention on us.

Jesus Christ.

My mind was spinning.

While Carina spieled on about the promotion and the sponsors, my brain was stuck on Miller. On this new fixation I had with him. This new attraction to him. To a man.

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