After a sufficient number of hours in bed, Millie and I finally decided to get up and get dressed. I didn’t know about Millie but I was ready to take another nap after the amount of energy we had managed to burn.

I made myself another mug of coffee whilst Millie made a few phone calls. She had declined another mug of coffee saying that she was on the water on now, I hadn’t noticed that she was a health freak. Which I thought would be slightly amusing when she found out that my diet actually consisted of ***** on a daily basis.

I moved out onto the balcony where we had begun last nights activities. The breeze was chilly and a white smog seemed to be hovering over the city, creating a grey world where colours became bland and faces merged into each other. Looking out over the pollution enriched, over populated place I called home, I tried to imagine what it would be like to wake up in another country, every day. To get up one morning and be living in LA, go for a morning jog and get a tan, then bump into some famous celebrity that was plastered all over the TV.

In contrast to my current life it seemed like nothing more than a dream. A part of my imagination that became more elaborate each time I revisited it, purely for the fact that I knew it could never become a reality.

Behind me I heard the glass door open and close, then a pair of arms encircled my waist. I leant back into the embrace, closing my eyes momentarily as my mind recalled all the things which the body pressing into mine had done to me all morning.

I smiled, my heart swelling in my chest as the happiness enveloped it like a hand reaching into my chest and squeezing it. But the hand was Millies and she could either keep squeezing and brake my heart or hold it securely in her hand and keep it safe.

I felt Millie nudge my hair from my neck then plant her hot lips against the skin. My knees practically buckled from the sensation as I gasped and reached behind me to hold her head, sinking my fingers deep into her soft hair. Her arms round my waist tightened, pulling me against her, the teasing hands returning to their previous activities. Millies mouth kissed light and delicate little kisses along my shoulder and up my neck, causing me to shudder at the feel of such a phantom touch. Then the lips returned, allowing her talented tongue to move in warm, wet circles against my skin only to disappear and be replaced by the slight nip and pull of her teeth and then the soft, enveloping kiss to finish off. I had to hand it to her she had perfected this toe curling, mind spinning art of seduction.