Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 6

Updating one more for the day bc screw this I'm really bored

Milan is such a dork he makes me smile

If you've never heard him giggle you've never lived omg

So yeah

Enjoy guys !! 🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻

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"What was his name?" Milan blurted. I took a small sip of wine.

"His name...," I sighed, and looked off into the distance, "was Fenton O'Connel. Super Irish. Tall, and so handsome. And was he ever so smart. He had these green eyes and this sandy blonde hair. He looked so tough and brooding. You know, the jock type. Or Irish mob. But he was just a brainiac."

"He sounds...wonderful," Milan said, and I heard the surprise in his voice.

"Yeah, besides the fact that he was a blackmailer and potentially a budding sociopath," I shrugged. I knew I could be sarcastic with Milan.

"Well what about Charlie?" he asked. He took my hand, which translated to, Don't be afraid. I'm here for you.

"Charlie..."

"We don't have to talk about this, Dax. I shouldn't have pushed you to talk about it. I'm sorry. We really don't," he added.

"That's why you never come to Minnesota games," he said, the realization hitting him. "Remind me if I ever see him in public-"

I stared up at his handsome face. His always-broken nose, his smooth cheeks, his dimple, and his jawline that could potentially cut diamonds. The way his tongue hid behind his top teeth when he smiled. I sat up slowly and put my wine on the bureau.

"I love you," I said softly, and I traced his jawline with my thumb. I put my hand to his cheek, and he stared directly into my eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice soft.

"I'm learning that dating an NHL superstar is a lot better than it's cracked up to be," I replied. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around him, and we just kinda...got lost in each other. Before I knew it, our shirts were in a heap at the end of the bed. Milan was shirtless and I was in my black lace bra. His lips tasted like Chianti and salt, and I loved it. His skin smelled like fresh rain, and his hair was soft between my fingers.

"I love you," he breathed. We kissed. We kissed and kissed. I was all tangled up in him, and he in I. His breathing was heavy and I pressed my body against his. I traced his tattoos with my fingertips, and his body shivered. I kissed him passionately; everything I didn't say before bubbling under my skin. He placed his hands on my hips, and he brought closer than I had been. Our bodies were so hot and sweaty and close. It was like we were one.

"I love you."

We kissed. We kissed and kissed until my lips were numb.

"Always," Milan mumbled into my collarbone. "Always. Always. Always."

"Always what?" I asked, feeling his muscles beneath the skin on his back.

"I'll always protect you. I'll always be by your side. I'll always stay in your life. I'll always love you," he murmured into my skin. He put his hand on my thigh. I ran my hands through his un-gelled hair. I tried to catch my breath as I put my head on Milan's stomach. He brushed a strand of dark hair from my eyes and pressed his lips to mine.

"I wanna sleep with you," I stated.

"I thought we agreed...." Milan's voice trailed off.

"Not like that," I shook my head. "I just want to sleep with you. Not have sex. Sleep with you. Put my head on your chest and feel your arms around me and kiss you and just feel your heartbeat. I wanna feel the way your muscles work underneath you skin. The most innocent phase of a relationship: sleep."

"As long as I get to hold you in my arms," Milan said.

"Of course," I sighed contently. We were so comfortable, and then I heard:

You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place

We will we will rock you
(Sing it!)
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

"Ugh. My phone," I groaned. You couldn't call me before I started comfortably cuddling with my boyfriend?

I got up and grabbed my phone. The name on the screen read: Mom 😘

"Um...hello?" I answered. I wasn't really in touch with my parents. I mean, calls once every couple weeks, but that was it. My brother was in Montreal (don't even get me started,) and my parents were still in Vermont.

"Hi, Dax. I haven't talked to you in a while," my mom said.

"Yeah...uh...what's up?" I asked. I looked at Milan, and he raised his eyebrow. Mom, I mouthed. He looked surprised; I nodded.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that we're in Boston." I put it on speaker. "And if it's alright with you, we'd like to go out to dinner with you and your boyfriend."

"Um...." I looked at Milan. He shrugged. "Yeah. Sounds great. When, exactly?"

"Well," she said in her soft voice, "I was thinking tonight at 7:00. So we can get to know him, that way this next week won't be awkward."

"W-Week?" I choked out.

"Yes. We're staying at a Marriott outside of Boston. Your brother too! Isn't that wonderful?" she asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, that's wonderful," I managed. I looked at Milan and made a fake gun, putting it to my temple.

"So 7:00 at Ruth's Chris Steak House?" my mother said sweetly. "I think it's on...Summer Street?"

"School Street," I corrected, rubbing my head.

"Well we'll see you at 7:00."

"Yeah. I love you," I sighed.

"I love you too. This is so exciting!"

"Yeah. Bye mom."

She hung up, and I looked at Milan.

"What the fuck did I just get us into?" I practically cried.

"A dinner with your family. I don't understand why it's so bad," he shrugged.

"They're my family, that's why! Oh...no. This isn't gonna go well," I sighed. "I just know it! I know it."

"Calm down, Dax," he rolled his eyes.

"Calm down...obviously you've never met my family," I muttered.

"No. That's why we're doing this dinner. It'll be fine...I hope. Any tips?"

"Yeah. Don't cuss, be polite, and um...my brother's a Montreal fan," I blurted. His eyes widened.

"Oh shit."

"Yeah! Uh huh! My older brother, Erick, is a frigging Montreal fan. And he's gay, not that that's relevant. Wonderful, huh? You know who has a rivalry with the Montreal Canadiens? The Boston Bruins! You wanna know who plays for the Bruins? My freaking boyfriend! This is gonna be a disaster. An absolute disaster," I muttered. I was working myself up for something that might not even be as bad as I thought it would.

"Babe. It's gonna be fine. I promise I'll behave," he reassured with a slight grin.

"You better," I threatened.