Until last night, that is. Leo and I smoked that joint. We had a nice talk about our future. It was mostly me daydreaming about what life could be like, but I still loved it.
Then Leo fu.cked me against the picnic table. Twice. Then on the kitchen table, the kitchen counter, two of the sofas in the living room, on the stairs... And then I may or may not have convinced Leo to wake our others up for more fun.
I think I have a s**x problem.
"Are you even listening, Millie?"
Milo's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh?" I asked.
"What were you thinking so hard about, angel?" Oliver teased.
My cheeks flamed.
"Uhm, nothing." I said, and then cleared my throat.
"Well, I asked you if we could take you somewhere," Milo said.
"Yeah sure." I stood up from Leo's lap. "Where are we going? Are
