Trusting Milo

XII

M I L O

I heard the girls coming down the stairs while I finished telling the DJ where to set up. Hearing the boys whistle, I whipped around to see the most enchanting sight I've ever laid my eyes on. Indie looked beyond fucking gorgeous, this was the second time I had seen her dolled up. And let me tell you, it had me very excited.

Don't get me wrong, I'm fascinated by her natural beauty but she looked like a damn goddess standing here in front of me. And there was no doubt in my mind that I was drooling right now.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw her biting her bottom lip in nervousness, her cheeks painted a rosy pink. I hastily made my way to her, laying my hand out to her. She placed her soft little hand in mine and I made her twirl so I could get a better look at her attire.

"You're not allowed to leave my side tonight, mi belleza," I stated before crashing my lips to hers. I heard her groan in satisfaction, making me want to just take her back upstairs. But knowing I couldn't do that, I decided to embrace the moment by licking her bottom lip begging for an entrance. When she denied me, I took her ass in my hands and gave it a squeeze. This caused her to gasp, giving me a chance to slip my tongue in. I began to explore her entire mouth, fighting for dominance, which she willingly gave me. After a couple of minutes, I pulled back, allowing her to catch her breath. I looked down to see her face burning red, and her lips swollen. She looked so fucking beautiful.

I N D I G O

After we pulled away from our heated make out session, and I evened out my breathing, I took in what he was wearing. His costume was Danny Zuko from Grease, which I had told him was my favorite movie. He wore a white v-neck, his chest tattoos on display, with a black leather jacket to compliment it. His shirt was tucked into some denim jeans that were paired with blacked out slip on vans. I melted on the inside seeing that we were wearing matching shoes.

"Nice costume," I said after I was finished ogling over him. He shot me his signature smirk.

At this point, I realized everyone else had already retreated to the back yard where the music was playing. Milo took my hand and led me to the kitchen to get our drinks.

I thought to the night I had my first alcoholic beverage. It was only three wine coolers and I remember feeling a bit tingly but nothing too intense. With that in mind, I asked Milo if I could try something different this time.

"Only because I'm here to take care of you," he said while handing me a red solo cup. The drink was red and tasted like Fruit Punch with a kick to it. And by kick, I mean a burning sensation. I started to cough from the sudden interaction, earning a chuckle from Milo.

"Yeah, it's an acquired taste," he said while trying to control his laughter.

I nodded my head in agreement before taking another sip; the second one going down better than the first.

"Lets go find the gang," he said while taking my hand and leading me to the back door.

I spotted the girls in the middle of the dance floor but continued walking with Milo. We finally found the guys after searching for about five more minutes. All of them were wearing the same outfit as Milo, and I realized he had them dressing like the rest of the Grease cast, making the butterflies return.

Oh my God. He is amazing...

"Alright, Casanova. You definitely earned brownie points tonight," I stated cooly while gesturing to the dope ass costume choices.

His eyes sparkled in fascination. "That's what I was going for princess," he said seductively, making me tingle inside.

"Get a room!," Tanner yelled out.