Milo was conflicted. On one end he wanted to punch Drax in the face for boldly flirting as if he had not just exited a serious relationship. On the other end he was jealous that Fiori was mingling with guests despite them being intimate mere hours before. He watched the woman float around the party, looking stunning, and he wondered why he had not noticed it before they slept together.
Fiori's body was perfect to Milo; she was not curvy like Mina, or straight like Cala. She had an in-between figure that could be dressed up any way she wanted. If she wanted to look plain, she could; if she wanted to look sexy, she could. It was almost seductive to think about. Milo felt a tug on his arm that pulled his attention back to Cala, who still needed him.
"Should I be jealous?" she said, and Milo smiled before hugging her.
"Maybe," he replied.
"We still have an agreement Milo Baker, and I need more time."
