miles-tulachâ:
When Maeve opened the door he hadnât expected her to look so tired or perhaps hungover. Smiling he said hello back and walked inside her villa. The sofa had blankets on it and there was a trash can next to it, which gave Miles a few clues to her condition. âWere you drinking without me last night?â he asked, grinning at her before moving in close to feel her head with the back of his hand. She felt warm, but he wasnât sure it was a fever. âI actually came over to see if you wanted to fuck. I couldnât get our last time off of my mind,â he stated bluntly, not sure why he was feeling that way about her. âBut you donât exactly look like youâre in the right condition for a hard romp. So whatâs wrong with you? Please tell me itâs not contagious,â he pulled his v-neck up over his mouth, pretending to ward off her germs. Miles was a bit of a germaphobe and even the mention of sickness caused him to mentally panic.Â
âNo... I havenât had anything in a few days. I canât kick whatever the fuck this is,â Maeve answered. She watched as Miles feel her forehead then pulled up his shirt over his mouth. She rolled her eyes before collapsing back onto the couch. She leaned back against the back of the couch for a few moments before bringing her legs onto the couch and crossing her legs. âI donât think itâs contagious, my royal hasnât gotten sick,â she shrugged then smiled half-heartedly, âMaybe Iâm allergic to him.â She paused then added as she played with the blanket. âIâm glad you still wanna fuck me though,â she added.







