Page 59 of Quarantined
It wasn’t as easy as I am making it sound. Changing your accommodations, especially two days before the semester starts, was a huge inconvenience. I can’t verbalize the real reason I went through all that trouble. I can barely admit it to myself.
But the reason why I am staying at home this semester is -- drumroll -- I don’t trust Raven.
She is not going to talk about us till she is ready. I can’t push her either. This much I know. She has been using Reid and Mia as buffers, to avoid a conversation. There is no way to know what’s going on inside her head. And till I know where I stand, I want to ensure no other douchebags are in her proximity. As unhealthy as this is, I am staying to keep an eye on her.
Not to mention, after being with Raven, only a few days away from her was brutal. The first chance I got, I dragged her to my room while there was a house full of people. I can finally breathe after having her under me. I’d rather take KGB torture over having to stay away from her for days on end.
Bending down and looking into her, I go back to the original point at hand. “So I’ll see you tonight?”
“Okay,” Raven concedes.
“Good.” With a final kiss on her lips, I head downstairs.
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Raven
True to my word, I slept in Milo’s room the night of the barbecue. True to his word, Milo didn’t do anything physical, except cover my face with lots of sweet kisses, stroked my hair and held me tight while we slept.
I felt cherished.
The next day, he asked me to come to his room again. This time we did get physical. Earth-shattering type of physical. I came three times. Twice from him going down on me before sex, and one more time during sex, when he rubbed my clit to orgasm. The pain, from the invasion of a penis inside me, is getting better. Just like Milo said it would.
After staying up late last night for mind-blowing orgasms, I feel sore and swollen today. I am exhausted, but I still have a study group at five and a dance class at seven. Private schools have a full load, that do not accommodate your newly found sex life. I decide to finish up all my schoolwork in the library, as I wait for my group to show up. By the time they do, I am already yawning and dreaming of my bed.
After my study session, I call my dad while I walk to the dance studio. His virtual assistant picks up and lets me know that he is unable to come to the phone right now. As if to plunge another knife into my heart, she also tells me that she gave him all my messages, and he hasn’t had the time to return my calls.
Thanks! I did not need or ask about that extra piece of information.
Swiping the tears away from my eyes, I stare down at my phone. All those promises over the summer that things will be different. All lies. He kept in touch with me because I was with mom. I know it. I knew it all along in my heart. He wanted to showherthat he was a good father. Or perhaps he was trying to one-up her when he found out I was staying with her over the summer. Or he was trying to find an excuse to talk to her, knowing I was near her.
Either way, I only got his attention while I was with her. Now that I am in NYC again, I am back to what I was before; used trash.
It's not like I have my mom as a great back up either. Since her career took off, she barely contacts me.
The day comes crashing down on me. I was already physically exhausted, now I am mentally exhausted. I don’t bother going to my dance class and rush home instead. I just want to bury myself inside my warm comforter.
With a sullen mood and sleepy mind, I can barely stumble up the stairs. I unbutton my shirt but leave on the white tank top I have underneath. I don’t bother taking off my skirt as I sink into my bed. God, I have missed sleeping in my own bed.
It must be around eight or nine pm when I hear my bedroom door creak. Raising my head, I find Milo letting himself in and locking the door behind him. I look at him in my sleepy haze.
His face is angelic. He is painfully beautiful. And that body! Perfectly ripped, tall, veiny forearms with broad shoulders. His defined biceps are peeking out from his tight shirt.
How come I never noticed Milo this way before?
I have slept with him. How did I miss all of this? He is a walking sex God. Jesus Christ, this guy is so freaking hot. How do women resist him? They should be throwing themselves at his feet all the time. He is the epitome of male hotness.
I can’t help but give him a sleepy smile. In turn, Milo rewards me with his million-dollar megawatt grin and strolls over to me. Crouching next to me, he gives me a kiss on the forehead before giving me a quick kiss on the lips.
“Hi.”
My eyes are already fluttering closed. I feel the bed dip as Milo climbs onto the bed and is spooning me from the back.
“Hey yourself,” he murmurs. I feel my hair being kissed. “Did you have a good day?”
“Mmhmm,” I am still half asleep.
“How come you are in bed so early?”
