My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 233

MILO'S P.O.V

A kiss.

The kiss.

I'm fucking kissing him...

I'm fucking kissing Josh... Finally.

Our lips join and everything else becomes background noise to the overflowing music of our intended life.

All the pain. Forgotten.

All the loss. Forgotten.

All the fear. Forgotten.

I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for this kiss.

His hand keeps my ring in its clutch, pulling at the chain to lift my head from the ground so he can absorb even more of my soul into him. It's not possible Josh, everything in me is already yours... I took this ring off my hand the day I left that wedding, but I could never let it leave my body, I could never let you leave my body.

It has been with me at every point. Every time I would look at a picture of his face just to remind me he was real, every time I would cry myself to sleep at night begging the stars for him back, every time I would smile even knowing that I got to spend three perfect months with a man like this, my ring never left.

Neither did the promise I made him. I promised to be his... always.

My tears still leak down over my temple as his merge onto my cheeks with every movement of his precious lips. There's always been something in his kiss, something indescribable, something that just feels... like home.

The kiss doesn't start desperate, it starts soft, with a warm tenderness and protected fragility, like he's afraid he'll fucking break me after I left myself so exposed with that song.

He didn't just hear it... he felt it.

He felt it in his soul just like I did.

His hand moves to the back of my neck and tilts my head as I grip my arms around his waist and hold him to me with everything I have. I want him to know I'm not going to break, I don't need to because I have him in my fucking arms. Nothing can hurt me now, I am titanium with my hands on his skin.

He feels it, senses my need to be fucking embraced by him completely as he surrenders to his nature and begins to deepen the already passionate kiss. Our tears still spill between us, washing away the pain with each drop. New realms of pleasure unlike anything I've ever experienced drown and suffocate any lingering hurt until I forget what it meant to have ever lost him. My hands slide under the back of his shirt and delight in the sensation of his skin against mine as he shivers with craving whilst running his tongue along my bottom lip.

I can't stop smiling now, even through the tears of relief that the feeling of having him in my arms again causes, all that encompasses my spirit is fucking happiness. My tongue gently strokes against his own, his soft plump lips pressing against mine with strength, everything that we haven't been able to say with words yet being expressed in pure physical affection.

He'll never understand, he can't possibly ever understand how I feel about him. Love doesn't feel like a big enough word, it doesn't feel like it branches out into the magic that is how our united souls form and transmogrify themselves until they sit as binary stars amongst the dark black sky for the world to view in the most glorious vision.

I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to tear my way inside his body so I can rip out any of the sadness that has clung its way to his soul.

I will heal you Josh. I will fix it just like I did before... because I was born to love you.