Robert moved. He stretched and then realised where he was and wrapped Milo in an enormous hug. “Mmm, you smell divine.”
“I must smell like a pig.”
“No, you smell of…pleasure.”
“Idiot.”
Robert snuggled tighter. “You do. You are so beautiful.”
Milo’s heart clenched. “Stop saying that. I am not beautiful at all.” He struggled in Robert’s hold.
“Stop it, Milo,” Robert said and tried to nuzzle closer. “Not after last night, not now. Can’t you just accept that I adore you and I think you are beautiful? Just once? Please?”
Milo wanted to scream. Grab him up in his arms. Say the words. Say, I love you Robert. I love you more than life, stay with me, stay with me…but he couldn’t it all stuck in his throat and got messed up in his head.
“Let go of me,” he said, hating the wobble in his voice. “You need to go.”
“Why? It’s not as though your valet is going to come and find us, is it?”
“Get off me. Now.”
“Do you really mean that or are we playing again?”