FELIX
It was Mila’s idea to return to Fresonia.
The morning after the banquet, she woke me up with a hand around my length and a sultry little smile.
“I think we should go back to Fresonia today,” she said.
It was impossible to think when she had me in this position.
“Talk later,” I managed. She grinned and lowered her head.
A few hours later, we were on the jet.
Mila stared out the window as the United States disappeared below her. I reached over and grabbed her hand, and she smiled at me thinly.
“I imagine it must be difficult to say goodbye,” I said softly. “Especially knowing that your home is now elsewhere.”
Mila’s voice was shaky. “It was harder the first time I left. Now it’s just a reminder that there is no longer anything for me there. Not a j
