How can I miss someone that I was with an hour ago? Miller said he had things to handle with his family, and while I get it, that doesn’t stop the longing.
It’s a holiday weekend and he never did tell me if he and his brother were coming over for dinner. Now that we’re a we, shouldn’t we spend a holiday together? If it was up to me, I would have stayed in his bed for the rest of the week.
“Stop hiding in the bathroom.” Cookie bangs on the door.
“It’s not even locked,” I toss back.
I’m not hiding because there’s no point in hiding from my sister. She’s going to get the information she wants, come hell or high water.
“Oh.” She opens the door and lets herself in. She puts the lid down on the toilet and sits down to watch me while I put a cute braid in my hair. We still need to go to the store and start preparing food for tomorrow, so I want it up and out of the way. How much food can two big Russian men consume?
“So?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
My cheeks turn pink, and it answers her question without words. She lets out a small squeal before I hush her. I’m okay with Cookie knowing what Miller and I did last night, but not Mom and Dad. I’m sure they have a pretty good idea since I didn't come home until this morning, but I’m not going to advertise it.
“Let’s get out of here. I want details.” I nod in agreement, and we both hurriedly get dressed.
We’re almost out the door when my mom shouts from the kitchen, stopping us in our tracks.
“If that man we met last night will be joining us…” She smirks, knowing what she’s doing. “We could use a few more pies.”
“I invited him, but he didn't really give me a straight answer.” When we were getting off the plane it was a little chaotic when I’d suggested it, but Miller hasn't brought it back up.
“Well then, ask him.” Mom turns away from us and heads back into the kitchen. “We always have extra, so it should be fine.” Mom is apparently team Miller too.
“I can’t just ask him. It’s different now,” I whisper to Cookie as we shut the front door. “Before I was being nice, and now we’re like a couple.”
Are we a couple? It feels like it. I let the man do all kinds of things to my body without protection. That might have been stupid and naïve of me, but I trust him, and I don’t care if people think that’s crazy.
“You drive.” Cookie gives me the keys to her truck, and we hop in. I should have seen this coming. I know my sister so well. The moment I drop my purse down, she’s in it digging out my cell phone.
“Ahh, he sent a text saying he misses you.” Cookie looks at the time. “And it was like thirty minutes after he dropped you off.”
I know because I sent him one back. I glance over, watching Cookie type out a text, but I can’t read it. It’s starting to snow, and I have to focus on the road.
“What did you say?” I ask because the phone dings back only a second.
“He’ll be here for Thanksgiving.” Butterflies dance in my stomach at the thought. I’ve never actually had a man over to my house before.
“Tell him to bring his brother.”
“What, why? Are you trying to set me up?” She gets defensive, and I roll my eyes at her…though what would be the harm in that?
“No, but they are twins and do most things together. If Miller didn't have plans already for Thanksgiving, I’m thinking neither does his brother.”
“True.” She gives me a skeptical look but sends the text for me. She and I might not be twins, but we’re as close as Miller and Frost.
“What now?” I ask when I see her still texting. We’re at a red light this time, and I try to get my phone back.
“I asked if you were exclusive. The whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing is weird to say when you’re in your twenties.
“There is nothing ‘boy’ about Miller.” I let out a small sigh, and I feel myself start to get turned on again. What has he done to my body? I don’t know, but somehow he’s in full control of it.
“Here you go.” Cookie suddenly hands me my phone back. “I think he just threatened death to any man that touches you.”
I laugh as I tuck it back into my purse. “He’s teasing.” At least I think he is. “I’ve noticed that Russian men are more direct.” And they follow through with what they say.
I never thought kneeling in front of a man would get me off, but Miller somehow has woken up this need inside of me. I crave his dominance, which is a surprise to both of us. After he dropped me off this morning, I tried to make myself cum again in the shower, but I couldn't because he’s ruined me.
“Park here, they have lots of cute shops and we can grab lunch too.” This is a double win. I can get my mind off Miller for a while and hang out with my sister.
“Are you really thinking about moving back here?” Cookie asks as we walk down the sidewalk. I know she wants me to, but she wants me to choose it for myself.
“It’s a pay cut, but then we could do this all the time,” I answer. I love my family, and it’s been so hard being away from them.
“Or get a place together.”
My mind flashes to Miller and moving in with him. I know it’s way too soon, but I can’t help my thoughts. Cookie grabs me by the arm and stops me from walking. She nods toward the little restaurant across the street and I stare with wide eyes.
There is no mistaking it’s Miller, but what catches me off guard is the woman he embraces. When she cups his cheeks and leans in, I turn around, not wanting to see any more.
“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Cookie says.
It’s in this moment I know how much I care for Miller. In such a short time I’ve fallen hard, because this stings right now. I think how much further I could fall and how he has the power to shatter me.
“Let's go home,” Cookie suggests, and all I can do is nod. “We can make the pies ourselves. It will be fun.”
I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I know that I need to protect my heart.