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"Kisses are the semi— colons of affection; mundanely practical but moderately exciting." — Unknown

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MILO

My lips tingled from the sparks of our kiss. Her head now rested on my shoulder. "I want to be yours," I whispered into her ear, "will you be mine?" I asked with a soft kiss to the top of her head. I felt her smile against me, "Yes, I'm yours." She whispered back. She is mine and I am hers.

Everything was perfect, my glucose levels are good, we finally kissed again, and she is mine.

I watched as she unlocked her phone and changed my contact name from "Milo" to
"❤️ Boyfriend ❤️".  I felt my heart rate rise, it was official.

I took out my phone and changed her name from "pretty girl" to "My pretty girl". I put my phone back in my pocket, it was a simple yet meaningful action.

She then took me by surprise and straddled my lap and kissed me. The kiss was nothing like our soft, gentle one from a few minutes ago. This was rough, needy, and fucking amazing.

Her hand are around my neck as she played with my hair at the nape of my neck, I wrapped my hands around the backs of her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up due to our position. I could feel myself hardening and prayed to every fucking god she couldn't. She pulled away out of breath, I allowed my kisses to trail down her neck and marked the spot just above her collar bone. She let out a soft moan, I was definitely hard now.

Then my phone rang, "your phone..." she said breathless, I quickly pulled it out of my pocket. Fuck, it was my mom. Alvara got off my lap so I could take the call.

"Milo?" She said,

"Yeah, mom?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were coming tomorrow..."

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"Okay, I love you honey!"

"Love you mom."

She then hung up, I turned back to my pretty girl whose attention had been stolen by the movie we were supposed to be watching. I pulled her into my side again as she made herself comfortable. She had taken off her boots leaving her in knee socks that looked so fucking good on her.

"All good?" She asked looking up at me. "Yeah, my mom teaches first grade and has a student that really likes hockey so she asked if I could come in and visit her class tomorrow." I explained, "that's so sweet!" She gushed. I hummed in response as I traced shapes on her exposed thigh.

"I need to tell you something, now that we're going to be official." She said softly as her eyes looked down at her lap. "Promise you won't be mad?" She said holding out her pinkie finger. "I promise." I assured interlocking my finger with hers, "okay, I'm just going to get it all out in the open then we can talk about it..." she said exhaling a shaken breath.

"Well I told you I grew up in Texas, my parents are "The Keislers" they own "Keisler energy and WiFi", and they are disgustingly rich. My older sister was diagnosed with type one and parents were ashamed and tried to hide it, she was supposed to be married off and her and her future husband were supposed to take over the company. She died from a stroke induced by type one, she never took care of her self always trying to make my parents happy. It's how I knew how to help you. When she died I got shipped off to boarding school, when I had to come home during the summer and winter breaks they were never there. I had a nanny, she taught me how to cook. She was also from Italy which is how I learned the language. My parents revoked my trust fund and once I was eighteen they had completely abandoned me. So I was eighteen and broke, which is how I got the scholarship... my grandparents had set up a trust fund for me that they didn't revoke and I gained access to it last year, and bought the house and my car. Set it up into some diversified stocks so I could keep making money and now here we are." She let out, I watched as a single tear rolled down her left cheek. I kissed the tear away softly. It was a shit ton of information to process. Her words hung in the air heavily.

"You're the only person I've told." She stated, that meant everything to me. She truly trusted me.

"Thank you for telling me." I told her as her eyes met mine. The end credits of the movie played as I pulled her in for another kiss.

"I won't ever be mad at you for telling me anything. Okay?" I told her, "okay" she confirmed.

I helped her down and led her back to the cab of the truck, opening her door for her. I then packed up the back of truck before I got in. I drove us back to her house.

It almost ten thirty and I had to be at the school tomorrow by nine. I walked her to her front door, where we shared a kiss before I let her go.

AUTHORS NOTE:

This chapter was hard to write... I wasn't really sure how I wanted her to tell him all of this, and because she hates talking about all of her trauma I wanted to showcase what happens when people bottle up everything and finally trust someone enough to tell them.

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