52 Asher

When she nods, I pick her up off the table and up to my room.

I swallow down the lump in my throat, waiting for Millie to come back from the bathroom. She pulled away from me so suddenly; I thought I did something wrong.

When she gets back, she stands before then climbs into my lap. She doesn’t sit but stays on her knees and my hands find her hips to hold her still.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, my voice comes out in a harsh whisper as I stare into her half-glazed-over eyes.

‘’Yes, with you yes,’’ she whispers back in a low and steady voice. ‘’I want you,’’ she says, before tangling her hand in my hair and bringing her head close to mine.

I meet her halfway, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, then I pull back to lick her lips with my tongue in hungry laps as her fingers comb through my hair and she grips my neck to hold me up to herself.

I kiss her like that for a long time, trying to be gentle and more considerate so as to not rush her in case she suddenly changes her