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till. As still as I possibly could, as if any movement might startle him aw
ay and as the damp cloth below his fingers moved soothingly across my skin,
leaving tingling, cool streaks. I enjoyed it. When I closed my eyes, my he
ad only seemed heavy as I leaned into his hand when he moved the cloth over
my chin. I could feel his thumb brush over my mouth, and then something so
fter, as the cloth completely disappeared.
His breath felt warm against my face when his mouth gently closed over my b
ottom lip. My eyes snapped open, and my vision blurred, having him so close
. Milo Trust was kissing me. I smiled against his mouth. It was a horrible
time to get light-headed, and I groaned as I was forced to pull away from h
im to lie on his mattress. I turned back onto my side, waiting for the dizz
iness to go away as I stared up at him.
 You re still drunk, he observed, sounding neutral.
 I think so.
 Are you gonna puke in my room?
I smiled lazily at that and slowly shook my head.  I didn t throw up in your c
ar, I pointed out.  And, I can talk in complete sentences. I think.
Milo s bow-shaped lips curled up into an amused smile.  You re not doing t
oo bad.
 Why d you show up at Brandon s? I asked him.
 I got bored with my friends. Everyone was just... drunk.
I shook my head at him, as if he d provided the wrong answer.  You wanted
to see me.
 Yeah, when I thought you d be sober, he remarked, but there was a teasin
g note in his voice. He suddenly stood up, and my eyes followed him as he
gathered the washcloth and the bottle of water, and went to drop them on h
is desk before he shook off his red coat and kicked out of his shoes. He p
added back to the bed in white socks, and my eyes widened when he suddenly
grabbed my right foot and pulled my black shoe over my ankle.
 That s my shoe! I said, reaching for it, and Milo grinned at me as he droppe
d it carelessly on his floor.
 Yeah, and I don t want it in my bed, he informed me, reaching for my othe
r one.
 But you want me in your bed? I teased.
He frowned at that.
 Don t push your luck, he retorted.
I turned onto my back and stared up at him, regarding him rather seriously.
 What are you doing, Milo?
 It s three o clock in the morning, he said, his eyes focused on my foot; an
d then quietly added,  It s too late for you to go anywhere else.
It took me a few minutes in my current state, but I was able to take in the
situation somewhat reasonably.  Your dad? I asked.
 He won t be here for the rest of the weekend, Milo explained, sounding ann
oyed.  He took off with Emily somewhere after the game.... I... it s okay. I
mean, for you to stay here tonight. Juanita never comes in unless the door
s open. He suddenly dropped my foot, and I found myself yawning as he cross
ed the room again, this time moving towards his closet. With his back to me,
he ran both of his hands firmly through his hair before suddenly revealing
his bare back to me when he lifted his shirt over his head in one swift moti
on. It fell to the paint-stained rugs on the floor, and without looking back
he opened his closet door.  Do you want something to sleep in? I don t real
ly have that many people spending the night, so I don t know... he trailed
off, and as he began to fidget with the clothes on his hangers nervously, I
forced myself to sit up, ignoring how much it hurt.
 No thanks. I m okay, I assured him as I stripped my shirt off as quickly
as possible, and then wrestled myself out of my jeans. I clumsily dropped t
hem on the floor and looked down at the red boxer briefs I d pulled on that
morning. I think the only thing that prevented me from pulling them off, t
oo, was the way that Milo suddenly looked back at me and I watched his eyes
take a quick sweep over my body. That, and the way that I felt nausea risi
ng in my throat again forced me to simply lie back down. But this time I at
least made it to his pillows. My head fell over one of them as I turned ba
ck onto my side. The room didn t move as much when I was on my side. But, t
he way I was facing prevented me from being able to see Milo. I wasn t sure
I liked that, but I felt too heavy to roll over. I was definitely disappoi
nted in myself. Finally, I was in his bed because he wanted me there and th
e only thing I was going to do in it was pass out.
His light suddenly went out, and I found myself grateful that some moonlight
escaped through his window, slightly illuminating the room. Unless I was as
leep, I became much dizzier when it was completely dark, and I sighed as I t
ook in the feel of the soft comforter beneath me, smelling of fabric softene
rs and Milo. I was already drifting off when I felt the blankets to the righ
t of me being pulled back, and the bed dipping. When I felt a cool hand on m
y shoulder it took a great effort to force myself to roll to my other side.
I stared at Milo s shadow in the dark. With as much cooperation as I could p
rovide, I allowed him to wrestle me under the covers. And when he pulled the
m back over me I used all of my remaining energy to reach out, cupping the b
ack of his neck. My thumb brushed over the nape of his hairline as I pulled
him to me. I was unprepared for how hard his lips landed on mine. It felt br
uising, but I kissed him, anyway, sloppily at best. I felt the weight of his
chest, warm and heavy over mine when I managed to get an arm around him, an
d as his body slid up against mine I could feel his bare leg, the hair cover
ing it rubbing up against mine. I slid a hand down to his hip, feeling that
he d stripped down to a pair of sleek, loose boxers. I sucked in a breath wh
en I felt his fingers moving over my chest; but suddenly feeling unable to b
reathe I was forced to pull away from the kiss, and as Milo s head fell agai
nst my shoulder I could feel his breath hitting my neck, and his mouth move
against my skin as he spoke.
 You should go to sleep.
 I can t, I declared.  I feel like I m irritating you.
I was serious, and a little self-conscious because I really did feel like I wa
s going to pass out, but Milo s soft laughter suggested that he was only amuse
d.
 You do know how to do that, he remarked.  But... it s kinda easier when yo
u re like this.
 Huh?
 I mean... I don t know. It s kind of annoying that you re drunk. But for once
... I feel like I can keep up with you.
I frowned at that, trying to understand. I didn t like the conclusion I came
to.  So you don t like me most of the time? Is that why you don t like to see
me out of class?
 That s not what I meant, he said quickly, and then sighed.  It s not that I do
n t want to see you...I just...I m trying. I want to try.
He fell silent, and I moved a hand up through his hair, capturing soft locks
between my fingers.
 That s good, I decided.
 So maybe tomorrow... I don t really like being around people, Nelson, but i
f we did something else...
I hummed a response before I ever got any words out.  Tomorrow s homecoming
--I have to go dance with Haily, I mumbled. Milo felt tense against me the
n, but I couldn t tell if I was imagining it, as I started to drift. But I
managed to focus when he slowly lifted his head, just enough to look at me.
 You have a date? he asked me. I smiled at that. Milo Trust was decidedly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]