Milo’s face was one of pure anticipation. With immense delicacy, he took one of my hands in both of his, bringing it up to his lips. He kissed it gently, and for the first time, I was surprised that I didn’t pull away. This was so not like him. In all of our time together, he had never been such a gentleman. He was rough and straightforward, but I never complained about it; I used to like it. That is, until I met Fintan, who made me fall in love with his tenderness.
“You can ask me anything, Marcy.” Milo looked straight into my eyes with his different colored ones. Even his voice had changed; it was softer, almost like a whisper. I found it weird, but convinced myself it was just his new way to approach me.
“Would you look after the pack for me tomorrow? I’ll be out for the whole day loo
