Trusting Milo

IX

M I L O

I watched as realization hit her, chewing on the inside of my cheek so I don't laugh at how entirely adorable she looked. This girl was everything and more. The first day I met her, she was quiet and seclusive-- completely shut off. A little over a week later, she's politely telling another man off, for me... 

Her nervousness is a definite turn on, but her new found confidence was fucking sexy too. I was having an extremely hard time not losing all self control after that kiss. I'm almost sure it was her first time, and that made Milo Junior way too excited. 

"W-Well... what was I supposed to say?," she asked softly.

"Exactly that," I stated in a 'matter of fact' tone.

After an older woman came to take our order, we continued to talk about everything that came to mind. I learned that she wanted to be an art teacher, her favorite flowers are sunflowers, she prefers night over day, and enjoys reading more than watching television.

"What do your parents do?," she asked out of nowhere.

I knew this was coming and I had even planned for it.

"Well, you've been to my moms coffee shop-- that was her dream... my dad helped her get it all up and running before I was born. It became the town's center piece," I said.

"And your dad?," she asked.

I took a deep breath, stalling.

"Do you trust me?," I asked her, panic and fear clouding my mind that she would run away from me once she found out the truth. I looked up to see her smiling at me. Her reply was short and sweet, "of course, Milo."

Hearing her say that she trusted me made all of my worries fly out the window. With that, I began to tell her about the family business. I told her that my dad was the leader of the Santino Pandilla, that I was the next in line to take over, how Tanner was my right hand, how Jake was my third in command, how Tyler was my top soldier, how the gang is a family and how we take care of one another. When I was done, we sat in an uncomfortable silence for what felt like ages. At this point, I knew she didn't want anything to do with me so I debated on asking if she wanted me to take her home. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine and what she said next, made me determined to make her mine tonight.

"Hm, makes sense with the whole mansion and G.I. Joe's in the front yard thing. So, what? That makes you like a total bad ass, right?," she asked with a smile playing on her cute little lips.

Our first date went better than I ever expected it to. I drove her home, holding her hand in mine the whole way back. Instead of dropping her off at the park, I decided to stop a couple of houses from hers. I didn't want her being on the streets this late looking the way she did. I hopped out of the truck and made my way over to the passenger side, opening the door for her. She stepped out and timidly looked towards her house. She didn't look like she wanted to go, but then again, I'm sure my face said the same.

"Indie," I said, wanting to gain her attention for this.

"Yes?," she asked.

"Tonight's date was perfect. And I want there to be more in the future. My mom taught me patience and I swear to you that I'm trying to be. But every day that passes knowing I can't have you is like torture. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine," I said, feeling the weight lift from my shoulders. I couldn't see her face since she was staring at the ground; I wanted to know her thoughts. It was killing me. I placed my finger under her chin and gently lifted her head up, half expecting her to tell me she didn't feel that way. Instead, I saw tears streaming down her sweet face and a smile that was creeping it's way to the surface. Her eyes held nothing but love and adoration, making my heart palpitate.