MILO’S POV

“Alright,” I say, inviting her to go on.

It feels nice to touch her again. We haven’t been alone, just the two of us, since we left American shores. I was a soldier for eight years, and I can vouch for a woman’s company being as likely to find during that time as a unicorn. Yet, a week without having Nori beneath me, atop me, her bare skin caressing mine, is so much more difficult than all those years of sexual deprivation.

I love her. Wholly. ...