Page 39 of Quarantined
However, when Raven strips off her fancy clothes and shoes, somehow, she is a different type of beauty, unmeasurable to anyone in this world.
Like right now.
With her tousled, messy hair, no makeup, and current vulnerability, Raven looks like a rare beauty found at the end of the world, after a lifetime of searching. Her unique features make her one billion times more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen or been with. She is exquisite.
Her demeanor and how she carries herself only add to the allure. Raven doesn’t throw tantrums like most women I know. She always has a way of carrying herself in a classy dignified manner.
She is a unicorn. One that only lives in fantasies. Somehow, she came alive for me. A fantasy I can’t go on without.
I am certain about our feelings for each other. I am concerned about the qualms regarding a change in relationship status between us. I am sure she is just as concerned about all the obstacles in our way.
For years, those obstacles are what held me back from her. Right now, I can’t remember why I cared so much. No guy on this planet has ever wanted a girl as much as I want her. I am positive about that fact. Denying myself for the last few years has taken more effort than anything I’ve done in my life.
Which is why it sucks that I have no idea what she is thinking. I can’t hold back anymore. I want her. I need to know she wants me too. Even if she doesn’t talk to me, I need assurance right now. Against my better judgment, I lean down and gently brush my lips to hers.
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Raven
My eyes fly open as I feel a soft pair of lips on me. I immediately stiffen.
Today has been a long day. I caught the first available flight back from Paris, providing a measly excuse to my mother and Reid. Grabbing a taxi from the airport, I rushed home, ready to make amends with Milo.
It did not go as planned.
First, Milo hugged me in more than a brotherly way. Out of nowhere, he pinned me to the wall and stared at me like I was his missing meal. He kissed the hell out of me. And then… I felt Milo’s arousal against me.
I have no idea what happened, but I sprinted to my room, took off my makeup, changed, and threw myself on the bed.
Maybe it was all a dream or in my head? I felt guilty for ignoring Milo all summer, while he gave me the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me. Maybe my brain conjured up a sexual fantasy, to create the intimacy I was missing with him over the summer.
Not ready to face what happened, I decided to shut off my mind and go to sleep. The flight back had a long layover, taking over fifteen hours. I am exhausted. My tired mind is probably playing tricks on me, shading the line between reality and fantasy.
But this is real. I am sure of it.
He came into my room to ask about dinner. I could barely open my eyes. Before I knew it, I felt myself shift, with my head hitting Milo’s chest.
And now he is kissing me. I have no idea how to take any of this. It feels like my world has stopped. I can feel my heart beating up to my ears.
Milo rolls me over. He is now on his side, with one arm banded around me, as he slowly moves his mouth back down to mine. I just watch him with wide eyes, completely dumbfounded. My brain is screaming,STOP.But I don’t say it—I can’t. This is Milo. How can I reject Milo of all people?
He slowly lowers his lips to meet mine. His hand is on my cheek, and his upper body is pressed tightly against mine.My head is spinning, as Milo slips his tongue inside my mouth. Again.
Milo’s mouth devours mine, as he pulls me closer. He drops his head to kiss my neck, biting down on a spot that makes me moan. Upon hearing my vocalization, Milo's eyes flare with a hunger I have never seen in a man before.
He gently tugs at my shirt without taking it off. He is silently asking for permission as he gives me a questioning look while holding at the hem of the shirt.
This is getting out of hand. What the hell is happening between us?
I need to say something. Yet, I stay quiet.
Instead, I nod and watch Milo slowly peel off my tank top up to my chest, enough to expose my breasts. We are both looking at each other in shock as it registers what we are doing.
He bends his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, running his tongue over it. He maintains eye contact, as he does the same to my other breast.
He comes up to cover my mouth with his lips again. I feel Milo’s hands all over me like he couldn’t stop touching me if he wanted. His hands roam over my chest, my waist, making its way to the sleeping shorts I had changed into earlier.
His fingers start caressing me on top of my shorts. His lips move up to my neck, licking and kissing his way back to my mouth.
