Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

You Argue with Her

POV: Milo

I woke up before Estella, which was typical. That girl could sleep forever. She looked so adorable with her arm above her head, her mouth slightly open, and her hair fanned around her.

Hopefully she'll forgive me for the sex hair that she was about to discover when she woke up. I got dressed and walked into the bathroom. My hair wasn't much better. Yeah, I'm gonna have to water it down, or else the walk out the door is gonna be super awkward for me and her parents. At least we can all pretend to be ignorant of the things that Estella and I did to each other last night. I mean, her parents weren't stupid, like Estella said, but that doesn't mean we have to flaunt it. I flushed my face with cold water and ran some of it through my hair with my fingers. Better, not great, but it was passable.

I walked back into Estella's room, and she had rolled over, the comforter no longer covering one of breasts. God, I wanted a picture of her right now. All sleepy from love making, looking exotic, sexy, but somehow also classically beautiful. Perfect didn't even describe her.

I slid into the bed next to her, and covered her up, then I jostled her awake, gently.

"Good morning, Angel." I piped up, sweetly.

"Hmm." She hummed with a small smile, before her eyes found mine.

"Good morning, handsome." She drawled, sleepily, with a soft chuckle.

"Awe. You flatter me." I quipped, chuckling back.

"Well, the fact that you're arguably the sexiest man that I've even seen-- is in direct contrast with that statement." She continued to laugh, lightly. "It's not flattery. It's fact."

"Damn, girl. What did I do to deserve all the love this morning?" I quipped, with a smile.

"You know what you did." She expressed, with a knowing smirk, pulling me down to her by the front of my shirt, as I chuckled back,
"Oh, yeah?" I quipped, as she pulled me closer and kissed me.

We giggled between kisses, as we both shared our appreciation for the other, through this light moment of affection.

My phone started to go off, I ignored it, my priority as always, was to give my Princess the attention she deserved. I snuck a quick squeeze of her soft mound as we kissed.

What? It was taunting me. Anyway, she didn't seem to mind, as she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me closer.

My phone started going off again. And then my text message notifications were blowing up. We pulled apart as the sounds were getting beyond annoying.

"Ugh!" I griped, as I reached for my phone to silence it. But when I looked down at it, I realized it was my mom. She called me like, 20 times.

"Fuck." I cursed, under my breath.

"What? What's wrong?" Estella asked, sitting up and covering herself.

I read the text messages silently, as she looked on in concern.

"Oh, God. This is not good." I grimaced, my eyes still trained on my messages.

"What?" Estella pressed, impatiently.

"The cops came to my house." I explained, ominously.

"What? Why?" Estella demanded, in a worried tone.

"Asking about what happened last night." I murmured.

She let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Goddamn it."

"Its alright. It'll be fine. I'll head home and figure something out. I may not be able to come back for a while, though. Sorry, Princess." I expressed, with lament.