25
Vigil
Mila didn’t hold a goddamn thing back, and guilt over wanting to do the opposite with her sat heavy on my head long after she fell asleep wrapped around my body. My heart ached for her, the devastation she’d endured, the secrets of a***e she’d hid from her son. f**k, he knew enough as it was.
I smoothed my hand down her back, her skin like satin against my fingertips.
Sleep eluded me even though my clock glared an angry red two a.m. from the bed stand. I’d never exhausted myself with a woman before, but Mila had drained me dry—of c*m and emotions, including the ones over Ricky. I’d been buried in p***y and a*s before, but never felt beyond the flesh. The connection between me and Mila … I felt that clear to the tips of my f*****g toes. Didn’t doubt the claiming I’d laid on her
