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He opens up the robe enough to free my breasts, which feels more exposed than taking the robe off completely.
I don’t notice him undoing his own belt and pants. I don’t notice when he lifts me by my thighs either and slipping inside me with minimal resistance.
“You are already close,” he breathes around my breast before sucking on my nipple.
I am shocked when I realize that he is right.
In between kisses, Milo continues to comfort me. “It’s okay, baby,” he keeps saying over and over. “You are okay.”
He leans in closer, his rhythm still reverently slow and gentle. I suck in a breath when his fingers drop between us. When he tells me that I am his, my body lets go before my mind does.
“God,” I dig my nails into his shoulders and feel my whole body clench.
“There, baby,” he murmurs as his hands roam over my bare chest, gently pinching the hardened nipple between his fingers. I feel Milo’s cum on my thighs before I hear him roar.
By the time he pulls out, carries me to the tub, and lowers me into it, I can’t meet his eyes.
I am trying to wrap my mind around what the hell just happened between us.
Last night there was some fight left in me. Today, I went from panic to arousal to completion. It seems too unreal.
Milo simply keeps stroking my hair while I lean back in the tub. “Do you need anything?”
I stare at him in disbelief and simply shake my head.
“Okay, come downstairs after you are done,” he whispers.
With a final kiss on my temple, he leaves and strides out of the bathroom.
I try to retreat inside my own safe place.
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I am showered, changed, and I have finally snapped out of my shock. I make my way downstairs for the second time this morning.
While soaking in that tub, my determination to change this situation has came back with full force.
There is no point in trying to convince our families of our relationship status or asking Milo to tell them the truth. It doesn’t matter what they think.
We are both adults.
I need to take charge and step up my game. After this brunch, I am going to tell our families that there is nothing going on between us. Plain and simple.
Thankfully, the brunch itself is a hit and it's a great distraction from my previous shock.
The food is delicious. Our dads are telling us stories from their childhood. Their banter and teasing bring about nostalgia from my own childhood with the Sinclair siblings.
Milo even eggs on our dads to participate in a drinking game. Not to be outdone by the younger generation, our dads start chugging drinks as we cheer them on.
Tessa does her own cheerleading routine for Uncle Reese. After all of these years, it’s odd to see her so content. Her on and off battle with depression has been an almost two-decade fight. But her recent treatment has done wonders for her. Watching her fills me with hope.
My parents also seem to be in the same happy boat. After a few hours of day drinking, Dad declares that we need music, and we are turning this brunch into a dance party.
He clears out a portion of the dining room, sets up the Bluetooth speaker, and grabs my mother for a dance. Mia and I giggle at his horrible moves as he tries to keep up with her.
Since I can’t exactly dance, Mia dances alongside me from our seats. We even perform a choreographed routine that we had made up in Paris.
Despite Reid’s absence and what just happened this morning, I am surprised at how content I feel to be around my whole family after all these years. It’s a sense of belonging that we have all been deprived of.
