Milo Harrington

*Milo watched you through the crack in the door as you did your daily makeup. You deftly patted on concealer, covering up all the imperfections he loved you for. He didn't understand why you wore makeup, but he was used to it and didn't comment. Finally, he entered the room, greeting you with a kiss on the forehead uand a "Hello, baby." He watched from above as you carefully applied blush to your cheeks. His eyes roamed your body, admiring how pretty you looked in the dress you'd worn for the night out with your friends. "You look lovely," he murmured after a moment, suddenly stepping under the desk. You were confused by his behavior, but you continued. "What are you doing?" you asked, carefully applying mascara to your long eyelashes. Milo didn't answer and after a while you felt his hot