Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Roses

POV: Third Person

The pair cuddled each other on Estella's bed, as their minds were both swimming following the intense intimacy they'd shared. It still surprised them and left them somewhat perplexed in how sometimes their connection felt so intertwined. It was an incredibly confusing yet intensely gratifying mystery. Estella was on her side and had her legs wrapped around Milo as he lay on his back, her head resting on his shoulder as he absentmindedly fussed with her hair. She drew little circles on his chest, which tickled but soothed him at the same time.

"Do you need a shower, baby?" Milo asked, looking down at her.

"You can go first, I'm comfortable." Estella yawned, feeling lazy.

"Okay, you little sloth." He quipped teasingly, leaning over her and nuzzling her neck.

She chuckled in response and rolled over, hugging a soft pile of pillows. He wrinkled his nose and laughed silently at the cute little lazy girl.

"Awe. Was I too much for you, Princess?" Milo continued to tease in a light tone.

"Always." She mumbled, her face muffled by the pillows.

He chuckled and kissed her head, pulling himself off of the bed.

"Stay out of trouble while I'm the shower." He joked.

"No promises." Estella joked back, lazily.

Milo shook his head and smiled, and went off across the hall to scrub himself down. He opened the glass shower door and stepped in with one foot, when he heard the doorbell.

"Baby? You want me to get that?" He asked from the bathroom, before starting his shower.

"No, it's okay. I got it." Estella grumbled, getting off the bed.

"You better be wearing clothes when you go down there, girl!" Milo called across the hall, jokingly.

"You're hilarious." She drawled sarcastically, as she quickly threw on a t-shirt and a nearby pair of soft sweat pants. She wrapped Milo's dark blue (stolen) hoodie around her to hide her lack of bra, and went downstairs.

She walked to the door to open it. And it was, Eric.

Okay...is he just flat out stalking me now? She thought suspiciously, her face forming a grimace.

But she looked down and in his arms was a bouquet of flowers. Red roses, with glittery silver paper.

She instantly started to lose oxygen, huffing for breath, and going into full hyperventilation.

"Hey. What's wrong?" Eric piped up, in concern.

But, she just turned around, starting to shake.

"I...I..." She stuttered, unable to form words.

"I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out." Eric began to explain, in a nervous tone. "I saw someone wandering around your yard, so I just ran over to check. He looked kind of weird, but when he saw me he threw these on your porch and ran off."

"What...what were you...doing...out there?" Estella stumbled through rough breaths.

"I was just walking over to Kat's house, I wasn't planning on coming here or anything, I swear!" Eric insisted. "Here, sit down." Eric entreated, ushering her to her couch.

"Estella?" They both heard Milo's voice calling from upstairs.

"He's...in the shower." Estella explained, and Eric lowered his brow. "I'm...okay!" She tried her best to yell up the stairs.