I laughed and lay down next to him. “Tons of prostitution.”
He lightly slapped my ass.
“No.” I put my head on his chest. “I’ve been missing you. Dreaming of that. Dreaming of you.”
He pulled me closer and pressed a kiss on the side of my forehead.
***
I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep. I opened my eyes and yawned. For a second I had no idea where I was. I sat up in the bed and looked around.
I thought I’d dreamt of him again.
But I was here.
I breathed in Miller’s familiar scent as I ran my fingers across his comforter. He must have carried me in here once I fell asleep in front of the fire.
He was real. This was real. And…it was Christmas. I didn’t want to sleep the whole day away. I jumped out of bed and hopped around, the wooden floor cold on my bare feet. My clothesweren’t anywhere in sight, so I opened up Miller’s drawers to find something. All I could find that might work were a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring at the waist and a t-shirt that was way too big. It was not at all a cute outfit. But Miller had never cared about what I looked like.
I wandered out into the hall, glad that the pants were too big so that I was stepping on them instead of the cold floor. Miller was sitting on the couch reading. He heard me and lifted his head.
“Hey,” Miller said.
“Hey.” I sat down next to him.
We both just stared at each other. I think there was a lot we needed to say, but neither of us wanted to say it.
Instead of speaking, he placed his book down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me onto his lap.
I sighed and leaned my forehead against his. “Merry Christmas.”
He pulled his head back from mine and traced my lower lip with his thumb. “Where have you been, kid?”
I groaned. “You can’t call me that anymore. I’m an adult. And it’s weird because we just did that thing.”
His hands fell to my waist. “What thing?”
I stared at him.
He raised his left eyebrow at me.
I laughed. “Thething.” Why was I being so weird? I tried to crawl off his lap, but his fingers tightened on my hips.
“Tell me what we did.” He lightly kissed my jawline and up to my ear. “Tell me I didn’t dream that.” He nipped at my earlobe.
God.My fingers tightened on his shoulders and I’m pretty sure I moaned. It wasn’t my fault. The whole no human contact for months thing was really messing with me. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to say those dirty words. It reminded me of when Matt had asked me to tell him what I wanted. And I’d said I wanted him to poke me in the pants. Which was mortifying. And juvenile. I wanted Miller to know I was old enough to want these things with him.
“You didn’t dream it,” I said as he nipped my ear again. I accidentally started grinding against him and he hissed in my ear. I really liked that noise. “I recall giving you really amazing Christmas morning head. You’re welcome, by the way.”
“I recall returning the favor.”
“Hmm did you? I don’t remember that.”
He kissed behind my ear again and then pulled back, feigning a shocked expression. “You don’t remember? I must not have done a good enough job then.”
I squealed as he shifted on the couch, tossing me on my back.
“Miller you don’t have to…”
