Someone cleared their throat several times until we parted. I didn’t want this moment to end, I held the last kiss as the seconds ticked by. When the heat of Millies lips were no longer pressed against my own I could still feel her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The hand against my neck began stroking just behind my ear with a feather like touch.

I opened my eyes, needing to meet the ones that belonged to that torturous touch.

So, last night? I whispered.

Oh right, sorry got a bit distracted. Millie said back, deliberately forming each syllable perfectly.

I smiled, finding it hard to control myself being up so close to my greatest weakness.

I think that was my bad.

It takes two.

I giggled, glancing away for a moment.

My main query about last night was how I managed to end up in bed with these clothes on.

Ah yes, I think I can fill that bit in. Millie said, still whispering.

Oh really?

Yeah I took it upon myself to change you into something a bit more comfortable to sleep in, don’t worry I kept my eyes shut.

I could feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks, I knew that she knew I knew, she had in no way averted her eyes whilst undressing me.

Its not your eyes Im worried about.

Millie regarded me with a smile, a laugh escaping her lips. Her playful fingers trailed down from my neck to rest on the nape of my neck, her index softly stroking the slight indentation on the skin.

So what do you want to do today? she asked, her right eye brow arching seductively.

I shrugged noctiantly, I could of happily stood there all day talking to her, and kissing her of course.

What ever you want, the world is our oyster. I can take you sight seeing if you like?

Millie scrunched her nose up in distaste, shaking her head.

No, Ive had enough of this little island already.

You and me both. I said off hand idly, but my words did not go unnoticed by Millie.

Have you ever been to LA Trix?

I shook my head, laughing at the thought of me being able to afford to go anywhere near America.

No, my parents always had something against Americans and we could never afford to go anyway.

Your parents don’t like Americans?

I suddenly realised what I had said, well I didn’t think it would be the American thing they would dislike if I ever introduced them to Millie. Maybe the fact that she had turned their only daughter into a ***** would slightly over shadow it.

Theyre old fashioned, they just don’t know any Americans so they pile them all into the same category. I murmured, my mind flashing back to my dad.

Hey. Millie said softly, her fingers nudging my chin up Why did your face just fall, don’t worry about what your parents will think. I know theyll love you no matter what.

I pulled back, pushing off from the counter to get away from Millies insistent touch.

Trix?

Millie straightened up and reached for my arm. I was now suffering the not-so-good effects of memory loss from alcohol. Everything about my father came back all at once, I couldn’t help reacting how I did. I needed to be on my own for a bit, so I shrugged off Millie’s hand and went to my room without even saying a word to the bemused brunette.