“Sending the data now, Mr. Obvious.” “Okay, listen—” “You can’t even use the excuse that you were like thirteen, because you were already centuries old when the internet was invented,” they laughed. Milo’s lips twitched. “I get it—” “Oh my god, what do cashiers say when you sign up for discounts?” They glanced around the lavishly decorated room before shaking their head. “Nevermind, that’s silly, you don’t need disc—oh!” Milo yanked them down onto the bed with him, kissing the chuckles right off their lips. “I’ll have you know,” he interrupted with another kiss. “I love a good discount.”
