Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 51: At Home

It had been over a few days since I had seen Miall's package, and I had not yet recovered.

Not because of its size or anything like that, but because it was all there, hovering over me, and I freaked out!

I not only freaked out but also resorted to avoiding him because it's way better that way. Every time I got a whiff of him or even saw his shadow, I got excited. Too excited, I'll admit.

My breasts became painfully stiff, but I'd blame that on the third trimester. My lower region tingled, and I had to fight myself from moaning.

He was making it hard for me just to live! I said I had resorted to avoiding him, but that was a failure because the man was everywhere I was.

The only time we were ever apart from each other was when I was at the nursing school volunteering or wherever else Nyleve took me, but that did not stop him from fetching me from wherever God knows where he was just because 'he can'.

I was pretty sure Miall knew the effects he had on me, which was why he had made an extra effort in everything. He smelt extra good. I couldn't even describe the effects he had on me!

It was like fresh dew mixed with all the sweet things I was dying to eat. All I knew was that he was alluring. Whenever I caught a whiff of his scent, I wanted to climb on his lap and do things with him.

But I can't.

We had somehow drawn boundaries with each other. At first, all I wanted to do was get him in bed, but now, whenever I thought about it, I felt shy and almost embarrassed. Pretty sure he wouldn't want to sleep with such a big person.

Just thinking of our first and only night always had me soaking wet; he really paid attention to reactions.

The way his skilful fingers moved across my thighs before grabbing my leg, digging his fingers into my thigh and pressing his wet lips in my inner thigh.

Softly biting on the skin, making me whimper in pleasure as he darted his tongue out and dragged it upwards.

"Amanah," his deep voice groaned out as he stared intensely right into my eyes, with a proud glint over the sinful acts he was performing on my body. "Amanah!"

"Huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts, turning to look at Miall. "Fuck," I whispered as I quickly closed the tap. I got distracted again!

"Are you okay?" He asked, smirking, and I groaned, rolling my eyes. I pulled at my wet shirt and grumbled under my breath.

"I'm fine," I pulled off my shirt, and Miall stared at me, grinning. Why couldn't we be really in love and not just co-parents?

He hasn't made a move. I haven't made a move; this is so annoying!

"Where are you off to anyway?" He asked as he raised his cup to his lips. He tilted his head slightly backwards, exposing that neck; his apple bobbed as he swallowed his drink; how could an innocent action like that seem so sexy?

I wanted him so badly; something was wrong with me.

"To the gym. They have a pregnancy session today, and I promised to come," I explained as I changed my shirt. Miall followed right behind me; even though we were still in the same house, he was still right on my ass.

"Can I come with you?"

"You don't have to," I waved my hand as I tied my hair.

"I want to, though. Can I please have this opportunity to do something right for you and the baby... please?" He begged, staring at me through the mirror. He didn't have to put it like that.