51 Asher

“Hey,” Millie greets when she comes into the kitchen.

“Hey.”

“Am I bothering you? Can I come in?”

I continue to lean on the counter, eating the cake she left out for me.

‘’I thought you went to bed,’’ I say after another bite of cake.

‘’I was sleeping, but then I heard explosions and thought something was happening.’’

‘’Oh that, sometimes they have a firework show in the park close to here.’’

‘Really? I can’t believe I miss that.’’ Millie exclaims.

‘’Don’t where, this time of year they normally do it every Friday until the new year.’’

When Millie comes around the counter to stand close to me, my eyes roam over her perfect little body and I don’t know how long I can keep my hands off of her. I have been holding out for so long; it hurts.

“I wish I still could have watched,” she says, softly smiling at me.

But I hardly heard a thing she said, her shorts pink shorts and matching blouse is too distracting. I am starting to realize she doesn’t like wearing bras around the house,