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Drawing by @brushtalk23 on Instagram
🎵 “Here With Me” – The Killers 🎵
The Salt Lake Hotel suite was ample by any standard.
Milly had only seen such luxury in magazines.
But Damien’s after-tour party and departing entourage had scattered bottles and cans like a hipster tornado. Once again, the pair were alone.
Milly nibbled a cold slice of pizza. “Real cheese?”
Blue eyes sparkling, Damien said, “The best for my people.”
Wearing her thrift store, short-sleeved, floral-print dress, Milly knelt upon that puffy, green couch. “Hmm, but aren’t you in the Church?”
Sitting on the bed, he nodded.
She laid the pizza slice between her knees. “Then don’t you have to wait until you’re married?”
Damien laughed hysterically, so much so that Milly almost laughed herself. When he finally calmed down, grinning, he wiped away a tear. “No, no, you gorgeous weirdo. Absolutely not.”
Smiling, Milly leaped off the sofa and pounced on him. He growled playfully; she giggled. Her dress flew through the air. She stuffed her hand down his pants.
Damien froze. “Whoa, easy!”
“How? Show me.”
“Like this.” He caressed her.
Nuzzling him, she moaned with delight.
It was clear Damien needed validation as the excellent lover he perceived himself to be.
Fortunately for both of them, he was everything in bed he was on stage: exuberant, creative, commanding, tender, attentive, and talented. Milly learned everything he taught — quickly. She took everything he generously gave — with pleasure.
Damien was her first.
She was the perfect audience for his performance. Her body may have been starved for touch.
He stopped moving. “Are you faking it right now?”
Milly caught her breath. “I’m not sure why I would do that.” She wrapped both legs around his back. “Please — don’t stop.”
Damien examined her fresh, flushed cheek with his calloused, guitar-playing fingertips. “You make me feel like a god, Milly.”
She skipped martial arts that first week and called in to work. When they weren’t having sex, Damien proclaimed lofty dreams, planned their future, ordered food delivered, and played songs for her. After a month, he left on tour again.
Though Milly and her stepsister lived only hours apart in Utah, neither had the means to visit more than once since they’d parted ways the year prior.
Milly called on video, holding up her left hand. "Look!"
Sis blinked at the engagement ring. “Wow, that’s big! And fast …”
“He’s famous, not infamous — the exact opposite of Father. People love Damien.”
“But do you love him?”
Milly sighed. “That’s just a word. I have nothing to compare this to. I know I want to see the world with him. He laughs so hard it makes me want to laugh.” Hand over heart, Milly said, “There’s a kind of pain I didn’t even know I had. There are no words for it. But while he’s touching me, it goes away.”
Sis pressed her lips with sympathy. “Oh, Milly …”
“He wants us to get married, soon, in Hawai’i.”