Beg Me (Mess with Me 1)
A light knock at the door startles me. I wipe my face on the towel. It’s probably one of our neighbors asking for a favor or something. But when I look through the peephole, it’s Milo’s face I see staring back.
There’s a part of me that want to be childish and leave him out there, but I open the door with a smile on my face so wide it makes my cheeks hurt. I’m not letting him know how much he hurt me.
“Hey, I thought you went home?” There, that sounds appropriately unbothered, right?
Milo yanks me into his arms and his mouth covers mine. The anger I’m carrying translates directly into the kiss and I bite and lick at him, furious and turned on at the same time.
A door slams and we reluctantly pull apart. My neighbor a few doors down pushes her walker slowly down the hallway.
Squeak.
Squeak.
Squeak.
“Evening, Mya.”
“Evening, Mrs. Abernathy.”
Milo opens his mouth to speak but stops as the sound of the wheels get closer and closer.
Squeak.
Squeak.
Squeak.
Despite my determination to be mad, it’s hilarious watching him trying to rein in whatever he was about to say. I know it’s hard but I only hope he can hold it. Our conversations tend to not be elderly neighbor appropriate.
Once the elevator doors close behind Mrs. Abernathy, Milo pulls me back into his arms. “I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize for not wanting to stay over.”
“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m apologizing for being a chicken shit. I’ve had a bad experience before but that’s no excuse for walking out like that. You’re nothing like Tess. I’ve been driving around in a circle for the past half hour because despite what I said, I don’t want to go home without you.”
Emotion wells but I stamp it back down just as quickly. “Maybe you’re right. Sleeping over has never been our thing. We’re just having fun and keeping it casual. That’s what we agreed to, right?”
“Fuck what we agreed to.” His forehead falls to mine. “I’m going to fuck up sometimes but you’ve gotta give me a chance to get it right. Come home with me. Please.”
My fingers curl into his shirt. “I’m already in my pajamas.”
His chest rocks with his laughter. “My car won’t judge your attire, I promise.”
“I’m not sure.” Of course, I really want to jump in his arms and never leave but I also don’t want to spend the night if he’s only doing it for me. If we’re going to take this step, it needs to be what we both want. Never again do I want to be in a relationship where I’m the only one invested.
He sighs heavily. “I guess we could stay here. Although considering the pervy things I want to do to you, I’m not sure you want your roommate listening in.”
Suddenly Ari’s voice yells from behind me. “Headphones on. Can’t hear a thing!”
We both dissolve into laughter.
“Also I really want you to come. I want to go to sleep with you. And wake up with you. You’re not the only one who wants to take things to the next level here. I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.”
“You caught that, huh?” It’s alarming how easily he sees through my cool facade. He reads me like a book sometimes and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that. A girl needs a few secrets.
“I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend if I didn’t catch that.”
My eyes fly to his, searching the blue depths for meaning. He called himself my boyfriend earlier to my mom but I figured that was due to lack of a better term. Coworker I’m having casual sex with and also pretending to be engaged to, just doesn’t flow easily off the tongue.