When are you going back to LA? I asked, changing the subject.

This did not go unnoticed, but was an equally important subject. Millie took her hand off my shoulder and began fiddling with my belt buckle, averting her eyes from mine. I didn’t like that reaction, that meant there was bad news on the way.

Millie?

She looked up, an uneasy shadow cast over her eyes.

I cant answer that question. she said quietly.

Why not?

My patience was running thin, I wasn’t in the mood for giving her the Spanish Inquisition. This was something I needed to know, my near-future happiness depended on her answer.

Because Trix.

She sighed and tugged on my belt again, her bottom lip pouting out irresistibly. I couldn’t help myself, I leant forward and trapped her lip in my mouth, pulling her into another breathless kiss. I was slightly more controlled this time though, I took the chance to explore her lips slowly and thoroughly. Gently grazing the tender surface then pulling on her lips desperately. In amongst all the kissing I felt Millies hand inch up from my belt and slip under the front of my top, her fingers gently running over the soft skin just above my jeans. I gasped at the touch, disconnecting our lips suddenly. Millie smiled and continued to trace my belly button with a feather like touch. I was finding it harder and harder to control myself, she was completely short circuiting my entire nervous system with her touch. I wanted to just grab her and ravish her, but we were in such a public place that I had to restrain myself. So instead I began kissing her again, my lips fuelled with enough pent up passion to power a small town for a month. With a whimper from Millie as I detached from her mouth and began kissing my way down her jaw to her neck. Using my lips, tongue and teeth to tease her skin pink and tantalise the soft moans and gasps that only helped to hinder my self restraint.

I think we should get a bucket of cold water.