MILO

by E.L. Lewis

"It is like you are scared of me. I will not bite you, Kiara." He pauses. "Not yet." My eyes harden, irritated that he can read me so well already. "If you want something to bite, perhaps you can get a chew toy."

The way I busted up laughing

"Wear something red." "Red?" "Yes," he smirks. "It would please me." I toss him a sweet smile. "Of course, Mr. Di Vaio. I aim to please." I'm wearing fucking black.

I FREAKING LOVE HER!

Fuck Milo. I can be my own dragon.

Hell yes you can!