Crash Landing [✓]

17

Chapter Seventeen | YOU WANT TO TURN ME IN OR ON?

"I'm not having this conversation right now with you, Milo, you know it wasn't like that! And how the hell did you find out? Were you stalking me? Is that how you knew something bad was going to happen? And how to get to me before I could die?"

My yelling was profound, it bounced off the walls and echoed, it should have captured the attention of the others who'd left, but something told me they wouldn't dare get involved, even if things started to fly around the room, simply to avoid Milo Delgard's wrath.

Flabbergasted, Milo stared back at me, an intense look of heaviness shadowing his glossy eyes as he registered my words, listening to my yelling and shrieking.

"For starters sweetheart, The Coffee Shop sent me a recording, an exclusive CCTV footage, which I demanded to see if you ever were to visit, similarly most New Jersey stores are bugged with cameras, which I had placed, to keep an eye on you. You see, the perks of being a CIA Agent, is that I can gain access to anything, and yes, maybe I was stalking you, and I won't deny that's unhealthy and very disturbing. But, like I said, I was always making sure you were safe." Milo angrily stated.

"You saying you care, doesn't make the stalking alright." I spat out, clenching my fists, as I backed away. "It's not okay, Milo. Fucked up, if you ask me."

"How was the kiss? Did you enjoy it?" Milo snapped, ignoring my questions, flooding with angst which I couldn't understand the reasons behind.

"I think it was a pretty great kiss for my first time," I sneered, starting to pull away the thin, purple belts, holding my wrists down. "He tasted so good, like... Panna Cotta and Tiramisu. So dang Italian."

"Did he now?" Milo screamed out in frustration, watching me aggressively rip off the wires, attaching me to the monitors.

The processors in my brain started to whirl, going into overdrive. Why couldn't I just admit to him that the kiss meant nothing, that it wasn't reciprocated, that Julian Hardy was actually gay and probably had more of an interest in Milo than he did in me?

Instead, I was arguing with him and, rather than speaking with grace, truth, and compassion, I was inflicting hostility onto him. I wanted him to feel as overwhelmed and confused as I had, when he had decided we didn't need to be in each other's life anymore even though we had spent days and nights together, some more meaningful and intimate than others.

Just as I dragged myself out of the covers with the courage and energy I could muster, Milo got all up in my face and I got the strong urge to smack him down. His face mottled crimson as now he was nose to nose with me, the tip of his nose pressing against mine, his face far too close. His parted lips mere inches away from my own.

"Tell me you liked kissing him," Milo whispered, dangerously, "Tell me, it's what you wanted."

I didn't, I thought. I wanted Milo. Only Milo.