In a love hotel with Mila (Part 4)

When I came to, I found myself still naked on the bed, but with Mila cuddling close to me. Her breasts were pressed on my arm and her hand was gently caressing my chest. She was looking at me with a small, bright and blissfully relaxed smile.

“You’re cute even when you sleep,” she said, kissing my neck.

I tried swallowing, but my mouth was a little dry. “H-How are we on time?”

“We still have like thirty minutes left. I think we only slept like five minutes.”

That was a relief. Imagine we were charged more just because we fell asleep.

As my drowsiness began to wear off, the memories of what we’d just done also began to resurface. My mind clear, I started to worry that I’d gone overboard. I really had just gone at it like a mad beast, hadn’t I?

“W-Was I too… rough?”

Mila giggled and shook her head. “I loved it. I’ve never felt so good in my life.” My chest felt lighter just from hearing that, because I could sense that she was speaking 100% the truth. “To be honest, I got a little worried for a moment there. I started feeling faint by the end, but it felt so good I couldn’t care.” Her smile then faded and was replaced by a worried frown. “Was it… good for you too?”

My chest tightened. It was a mix of her looking cute and me worrying over her feeling inadequate. I cupped her cheek and earnestly shook my head. “It was great. I… I want to do more, even.”

Mila gave me a small, regretful smile. “I do too, but I don’t think I can.” She laughed softly. “That was way too intense, and… If we do it more I might start feeling sore. If I could rest some more, then sure, but we only have thirty minutes left and we both need a shower. I’m sorry.”

Yeah, it was disappointing, but I got it. If the situation was reversed, which as I understood was generally the case between men and women, I would be feeling pretty bad. I had to reassure Mila it was okay.

“N-No. It’s fine. We did do it for over two hours…” I said, awkwardly laughing it off. God, I was terrible at it.

But even so, Mila smiled at me. She leaned closer to my face, enough for our foreheads to touch. She looked me in the eyes and held my cheeks.

“Hey, remember the question Grace asked you this morning in the storage room?”

My heart jumped. I nodded silently.

“I think I understood your answer, but I don’t want to go back home and spend all night wondering if that was really what you meant. Tell me, Oliver. Tell me with words and be honest. Do you want all three of us to yourself?”

The sweat on my body froze and I thought my chest would explode. I somehow managed to keep my eyes on Mila’s. In fact, looking at her relaxed me more than if I tried to look away. Nevertheless, it was a nerve-racking question.

I took a deep breath, and with my gaze on her dark green eyes, I answered. “I… I do. Y-You three say you like me, and… I really like you three as well. If I were to see you with s-someone else… It would hurt.” I closed my eyes in shame at what I had just admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Then I felt Mila’s warm lips brush against mine, causing me to open my eyes. She was smiling at me again.

“Okay,” she said.

“O-Okay?”

“Yep. Okay.”

“W-What does that mean?”

“That I don’t mind. That I won’t date any other guys. That I’m rooting for you to make Grace and Sarah feel as good as you make me feel.”

“M-Mila…”

She put a finger on my lips, stopping what I was about to say. “We’re friends for now, remember? Sex friends, but still friends. I won’t date any other guys, but you and I don’t need to rush anything, do we?” She pecked my lips. “Let’s continue having lots of sex, Oliver. Let’s hang out more and more. Let’s learn how to be with each other, how to talk. Let’s touch each other, let’s laugh together. When we’re both sure of how we feel, then… Then we can take things further, okay?”

I still vividly remember how stunned her words left me that day. Even back then, Mila was far more emotionally mature than she let on. As time went on and we spent more time together, I would learn how much ‘relationships’ meant to her, and not just romantic relationships.

“Okay,” I said. The smile on my lips was relieved and hopeful.

Mila and I both leaned in for a kiss at the same time. We made out slowly and tenderly. I remember thinking that such a kiss went against what Mila had just said. It was too intimate, too sweet and it felt so right. It was undoubtedly the kiss of two close lovers.

But when we left that love hotel, we were still only sex friends.

I say ‘only sex friends’, but even just having a new friend at all was cause enough for me to be jumping from happiness. And what’s more, after that evening… I seriously believed Mila and I had grown a lot closer.

We took separate showers, scared that we’d get caught up on something and we’d be charged an extension. She also insisted on driving me back home.

“What’s the point of having a car if I don’t use it?” she asked me, pouting when I first refused.

I arrived home by 8:40 pm. A decent time, really, considering my sister tended to arrive close to 10:00 pm at the earliest.

…

Thinking that led me to remember my snapping at Isabelle that morning. It didn’t sit right with me, so after saying goodbye to Mila and saying hello to my mom, I had planned on going to my sister’s room to apologize, if only for the way I answered.

However, it was her who came out of her room the moment she heard my footsteps going up the stairs.

“You’re back even later than last time. Where did you go?” she asked, at least keeping the confrontational tone out of her voice.

“…I went out with Mila to a coffee shop.”

Isabelle frowned. “Seriously, Oliver?”

I nodded. “Yes. But never mind that.” I **** myself to look at her in the eyes, but keeping both my gaze and my tone soft. “I wanted to apologize for the way I acted this morning. I’m sorry I snapped and said those things.”

Isabelle’s back became straighter, she had a smug smirk and she put her hands on her hips. “Oh? So the date went bad and now you’re realizing I was right all along?”

I shook my head and found myself smiling. “The complete opposite, actually. Goodnight, sis.”

I just couldn’t bring myself to be mad at her at that moment. I was still too drunk on the day’s events. I went back to my room and picked up my guitar. I played for hours before realizing I was hungry and going down to the kitchen to get some leftovers from dinner.

That night I slept like a log. It was probably the best sleep I’d ever had.