Second chances are rare diamonds in the rough, as is allowing oneself to truly be happy. Will Noah and Milan push through their pains of the past to grab the priceless gem by the hand? Or will the tests put to their love prompt it to slip through th...
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Milan
Hearing her laughter again was like coming up for air, being mere seconds away from drowning. From a current taking you whole, slowly and silently. Killing you.
Seeing her smile again brought the sun inside, after hours and off duty, warming me from the inside out and reviving parts of me that only she could touch. That only she could satisfy, for everything she did to me was laced with gold.
Incomparable and irreplaceable, and nearly sickening to go without.
After however long we spent inside her closet, I took her to bed once the effects of what all I'd done to her were starting to settle. And it never failed, for almost every time I pleasured her more than once or twice in a row, she was out in less than five minutes.
Her legs were still trembling ever so slightly as I had stood from the ottoman and picked her up, carrying her into our master bathroom.
Running hot bath water for her, for I hadn't forgotten about it, I prepared all the things I knew she wanted and needed before helping her inside. And though I'd already showered and moisturized, I couldn't resist the look in her eyes as she had tugged my arm before I could move away from the oval marble tub. Pleading and pouting for me to join her, knowing that I wouldn't dare say 'no.'
And so, I didn't.
Climbing in to place her back to my front, I had joined her, caressing her arms with my hands and her neck and ear with my lips as Noah melted back into me in no time.
Being sleepy and utterly spent, she was oh so close to falling asleep right then and there.
Her eyes had hardly stayed open as I lathered her with soap then washed the suds off with water, kissing her skin aimlessly in soft pecks as my hands handled her body with cooing and gentle care.
After getting out, I had helped her to bed. Lotioning her and dressing her before taking care of myself once more.
Once done, I climbed in next to her beneath the comforter, suppressing a grin upon her immediately snuggling up to me and holding me close to fully fall asleep. And it felt so good, having that back again. The intimate tangle of our bodies in the quiet of the night, and the warmth of her as we shared one position and one breath. Slow and rhythmic. And ever so soothing that I dreaded the imminent arrival of dawn.
Hours later, I was downstairs in our home office, anxious and unable to sleep for other reasons. But not necessarily bad ones.
It was none other than four in the morning as I sat in the comfortable rolling chair, a case with files and evidence photos spread out before me as the desktop screen provided light along with a nearby lamp.
Now that it was technically Sunday, tomorrow was my first day back at work. And I needed to be prepared. For months I've been away, though I didn't want that to show, as if I'd missed a single step or withered in the momentum of my career.
