Page 49 of Dragon AU
“And the waitress…”
“Isn’t here,” Rowan said. “I don’t even remember what she looked like!”
Milo broke.
He sprang up and crossed the distance between them in three long steps, throwing himself into Rowan’s lap. Had he planned on doing that?
No.
Did it feel right?
Absolutely.
He carded his fingers through Rowan’s soft hair and used the leverage to pull his face up until they were looking at each other, Rowan’s wide eyes meeting his.
He leaned forward, closing the distance between them, all rational thought evaporating from his head because Rowan was warm and solid underneath him. He smelled like dirt and greenery and life, and Milo wanted it all for himself.
Their breath mingled, and Milo’s heart was beating so hard he could feel it in his throat.
“Wait,” Rowan said, a second before their lips brushed.
“Huh?” Milo asked dumbly.
“I’m just checking…”
“I don’t have any STDs. Wait, can dragons get STDs? That’s probably important to know, right?”
“No. I mean, yes, we can, and that’s good to know. Me neither.” He shook his head. “We’re getting off track.”
“I live off track.” Milo grinned.
He thought he saw something like soft amusement sparkle in those ruby red eyes. “I just wanted to check about that guy at your table. That’s your best friend, right?”
Milo frowned. “Ray?”
Rowan pursed his lips. “He’s not?”
“He is. But why are you asking?” Milo asked, bewildered, because what the fuck?
“He kept touching you,” Rowan mumbled. “And he got you cake…”
“Wait…is that why you set it on fire?” Milo asked as the clouds parted and the light of understanding shone down. “Were you jealous?”
“I wasn’t—”
“You absolute idiot,” Milo said. Then he launched himself forward, closing the distance between them.
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The monster is born
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