She cuddled herself next to him, one hand tracing along his bare chest. Her fingernails were a bit too long to actually be pleasant.
But that wasn't the reason for Milo to push her away. He didn't cuddle. He fucks. He makes girls scream in amazement, he makes 'em moan loudly at the full extend of their lungs. But he did not cuddle.
Just: Girls tended not to get that. She again tried to make herself comfortable next to him, but he inched away.
"Cut it out" he sneered.
He's not been lovely fuckin' her, so why should he be now?
"Milo, what's wrong?" she asked.
He didn't answer her. He was pissed off. Why did everyone assume his name was pronounced like that guy who managed hitting a number one hit without knowin' how to play a guitar and being ugly as fuck?! It was not M-i-lo, but more like M-e-lo, the i pronounced like an e. It wasn't that hard to get, was it?
"You pronounce my name wrong."
"Oh, I'm real sorry!" She looked bewildered.
He shrugged the topic off, not in the mood to explain. Ignoring, that he completely forgot her name. Melanie, Lindsay, Chelsea? Whatever, didn't matter no more. She's fulfilled her duty.
Doesn't mean that Milo hated women and saw 'em as subjects. He did not. Honestly, he didn't. It was just that ... well, he's had her. It was over. So just suck it up and get it over with.
He got up from the bed, not bothering to cover his naked body. She knew what he looked like, she's been face-to-face with his dick. And he knew what she looked like, yet she frantically gathered the blanket around her. Milo shot a sarcastic glance her way.
What the fuck was her name again? Well, why not ask her. It's not like he cared much about what she thought of him. But ... then again, her friends have been lookin' very hot.
"I'm sorry, but this just blew your name outa my mind." It was obvious what he meant by 'this'. He gave her what was supposed to be an apologetic look, but he'd never been good at lying afterwards. He was trying, though.
She bought it, apparently. Her answering smile was brilliant, not at all hurt. "Sharon" she winked.
"Sharon, how could I forget? I'm so sorry." He could be polite, if he wanted to. Now there was a reason to be.
"Nevermind" she smiled. Obviously she was dazzled by his look. Not that much of a surprise, was it? Milo was blessed, gifted. He looked amazing, he didn't want to show off. It's just the way it was. He was not makin' the girls fall for him, but they just did. Well, he cared about his body, of course, he made sure his hair looked untidy and his clothes were OK. But that didn't take hours in the morning. Sometimes nature loves you. And it was not like he didn't suffer enough for it.
"Sharon, I'm real sorry, but I gotta go." He took her into his arms, tightly. Bent down to kiss her, first on the cheek, then gently on the lips. He could feel her legs give away (why the fuck could girls not just stand on their own?!) as their tongues met. He supported her weight. Yep, she would definitely talk to her girl friends about this.
"When will we meet again?" she breathed against his lips.
"As soon as you go to bed" he answered, sounding like he was joking - he was not. It was the easiest way to tell a girl she'd just dream about this from now on.
Sharon giggled. "You gonna call?"
But Milo just turned, got his jacket and opened the door. Usually he would've loved to say somethin' now, but he couldn't think of anythin'. So he just stepped out into the night, it's got dark by now, turned once again on the heel, smiled and closed the door behind him, leaving a girl who was about the call all her girl friends.