Page 27 of Quarantined
“Yes… much.”
"Are you drunk?"
Yes. "No, just really tired."
“Okay. Hold on. I will be right back.”
Milo is gone in a flash. Was that a hallucination? Reid and I had an edible, along with copious amounts of alcohol.
Yes, it was a dream. Must be. I just made a mind fuck analogy for no reason. I willed myself to sober up, and it was justDream Milo.
I fall back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Of course, I am dreaming. Dreams are our conscience formulating what’s in our minds. And right now, I feel guilty.
I feel bad for making Reid resent his brother, putting Mia through unnecessary sibling drama, and for distancing the Sinclair brothers from each other.
I feel guilty for making Milo uncomfortable with my advances. My actions meant to portray my gratitude. Instead, I portrayed a sexually charged up hormonal teenager.
Shamelessly, I feel more pain for my own loss than I feel guilt. I feel pain for having to give up the closeness I share with Milo. A closeness I crave, above anything else in this world.
That’s why I conjured up Milo with my brain. Wait. If I conjured him up, where is he?
I squint my eyes to conjure up my legal guardian again, so he can tell me that he is proud of me, that he loves me, and I am worth sticking around for.
I open my eyes. Brain did well. Milo is standing there with a glass of water in his hand.
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Milo
I set down the glass of water I brought for Raven. And she smiles at me. She gives methat smile,the one only reserved for me. Not that bullshit, polite smile from earlier today.
My heart explodes at the huge grin on her face. She is so beautiful.
“Here, drink this.”
“Okay.”
“You are in bed with your heels on. Are you going to take them off?”
“You take them off.”
I chuckle. My mood is suddenly so much brighter at her playfulness. All of my previous dark thoughts have dissipated. Sinking onto my knees beside the bed, I pull her legs to the side. I undo the strap of her heels and take them off.
“Jesus, these are at least four-inch high. How the hell did you dance with these on?”
“Hehe.”
“Seriously, don’t your feet hurt?”
“Can you rub… ”
That’s not a good idea. Even as I think it, I can’t deny her request. I brace her feet on my thighs and massage her swollen feet.
Raven lifts her head. “Mmmm…”
The moment I hear her moan, my muscles move on their own. I feel like I am in astral projection. I have left my body and staring down from the ceiling.
I watch as my face moves to place a small kiss on her right foot. I stiffen as soon as I realize what I did. I slowly lift myself up and sit down next to Raven. She is still in that outfit that gave me a heart attack earlier tonight. It’s still too distracting.
