It's been a Year

Dylana V

Milo and I exchanged numbers at the tour and have been texting all the time. Today I even pretended to be supersick, so that I could stay behind and text with him. He did the same, so that he could text with me, too. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I really seem to like him. 

'Where's your hotel?' He asks. I give him the name and he answers with an image. It's a screenshot of google Maps, showing the way from his hotel to mine. It's an eight-minute walk away. I answer with a smiley face. 'Come over?', he suggests. Nervously I answer: 'yes.'

When I knock at Milo's door, I'm quite nervous. I don't know what we are going to do. He opens the door and I can't help but take a step back. He's standing in front of me in his boxer shorts. I did expect him to be muscly, but not as muscly as those movie stars. It looks extremely sexy, with his tanned body and his trained Abs, his strong arms and unbrushed, blonde hair. He breaks the awkward silence, in which we're both staring at each other, by saying: "Sorry, I didn't expect you so early." Cautiously I step in. He seems to have his own room, because it only has one double-bed and one suitcase lying around. "Fancy a drink?" I gratefully answer with a nod. He pours me a glass of water from a jug. I sip at it, trying to keep myself from saying something stupid. "So, Dylana, should we watch some Netflix?" I nod, again. We both lie on his bed, on our stomachs. He puts on the Kissing Booth. That movie, again. "Is it okay? Are you comfortable?" I nod, again. I haven't said a word since I stepped into his room. When the movie starts and Milo's eyes are focused on the movie, I get a chance to look at him. His muscles standing out, hair undone and eyes focused, I just want to kiss him. Maybe it's just my desire to feel love that's growing throughout the movie. When the sex-scene comes, I just can't watch, I'm scared it'll be weird, so I keep looking at him. He seems to have the same idea. We stare into each other's eyes. "Dylana, you're beautiful." I feel myself blushing and I speak for the first time since I stepped in. "Milo, you look extremely handsome." He bites his lip. He puts his hand on my hip and pulls me closer. I feel his minty breath against my mouth. Only a few centimetres are between us. With his hand he gently raises my chin and presses his lips against mine. At first the kiss is slow and exploring, but it quickly gets fiery and passionate. Me lying on top of Milo, his naked skin rubbing against my t-shirt. That seems to disturb him, because he starts to rub my back with his hands under my t-shirt and soon enough my shirt is lying next to his bed. My hands are in his hair, on his chest, on his hips, rubbing along the line where his boxer shorts are. He stops kissing me for a moment. We look in each other's eyes. He turns me over and I'm lying on my back. He's on his knees, one on either side of my body. He's staring down on me. I feel so insecure, somebody I hardly know looking at my body like that. Luckily he bends over soon and we kiss again. I feel his hands exploring my bra. His fingers are massaging the spot right beneath my breasts. Colson was never so brave, he never did that. Milo's hands fiddling around with the zip of my pants brings me back to reality. Feverishly I try to remember which underwear I was wearing. Damn it. It was definitely not a sexy pair, or not one I'd want Milo to see. Instead I pull his hands up into mine and we continue the kissing. Cautiously, he slides his hands beneath my bra and gives me a questioning look. He wants to know, if it's okay for me. Without thinking I just nod. It might be weird what we're doing, hardly knowing eachother, but I like it. At least for the moment. What I am struggling with are my thoughts that are drifting off to Colson more than I want them to.