Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Good Afternoon

POV: Third Person

The pair held one another, in a haze of euphoric bliss. Estella was resting in his arms, her ear to his heart. She loved listening to it, it made her feel completely comfortable and safe. Milo took care running his fingers down her arm, gently soothing her, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.

"I... don't know what to say." Estella piped up, in an airy voice.

"You don't have to say anything, baby. I think, I know." He whispered back, sweetly.

"You felt that too?" She asked, timidly.

"Yeah. I think I did." Milo replied. "Like we were everything to each other all or once, or something. I don't know, maybe I'm not saying that right."

"I think, I felt what you felt. If that makes sense." Estella expressed.

"Yeah." He nodded in agreement, as they were both still unsure of how it was possible.

"Maybe there're just somethings that don't have an explanation." She offered, pensively.

"I don't need one. Do you?" He asked.

"No. I don't." She agreed, softly. "I just love how it felt."

"Me too, Princess." He sighed, amorously.

They laid comfortably in silence for a while, until they both fell asleep, their minds for once were quiet and at peace.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Estella?" Her father called, knocking on her bedroom door. "Mija, are you going to come down? It's past noon."

Milo's eyes shot open. His heart almost jumped out his chest, and he began to mildly hyperventilate.

He looked down at Estella, whose eyes were now mirroring his own.

They'd fucked up.

"Shit!" Milo gasped as Estella covered his mouth, wincing, and hoping her father didn't hear him.

"S-sorry, Dad. I got home late. Just slept in, that's all. I'll come down in sec." She worked on damage control, and keeping her voice steady.

"Window?" Milo whispered, in a panic.

"It's broad daylight! Someone's going to see you." She whispered back, argumentatively.

"If I go out that door, they're definitely gonna to see me!" He countered.

"Fine. Go! Milo?" She called him back.

"What?" He clapped back, impatiently.

"Clothes?" She reminded him, pointedly.

He rolled his eyes and sighed at his potentially horrifying mistake.

Milo put his clothes on at the speed of light, right beside Estella as she resembled a flitting little butterfly panicking to cover herself.

Milo climbed out of the window to the drain pipe, and Estella stood by the window watching. He peeked his head back inside for a moment and quickly cradled her head, surprising her with a parting kiss. They both chuckled quietly, and he whispered,

"Bye, Princess."

"Be careful, Milo." She whispered back.

In his haste, he almost lost hold of the drain pipe, and he stumbled as his feet hit the ground. The landing wasn't graceful, but with his long limbs--very little he did, ever was.

He huffed out a breath of relief, while working to catch his lungs up.

"Good morning."

"Ahh!" He jumped, releasing a low startled scream, as he turned around. His hand smacked his chest to keep his heart from jumping out of his throat.