Max didn't even respond, just carried her down to his car, making her smirk as he set her in the passenger seat and leaned down, one hand supporting himself as he held her eyes. She was tempted to kiss him again, but he spoke before she could. โIโll be back, wait here alright.โ He said with a smirk, before finally kissing her and she nodded and watched him turn away, closing the car door behind him. Mila watched him out the window, heading towards camp, and silently, she wondered what he was going to go do, but she changed her mind and decided she didn't want to know.
When he finally came back, he got in and pulled out, and the ride was silent, but not uncomfortably. He pulled into a store parking lot and she watched him head inside, coming back out with bags consisting of a blanket, beer, cigarettes, and wine. They started driving again, and it was a long drive, but she didn't mind, she'd always loved long drives. The farther she could get away from Emilio and her life, the better.
Finally, he pulled over and Mila got out and smirked, seeing the no trespassing sign, knowing they could get in trouble if they were caught, but not caring. She took the wine and the beer and watched him lay out the blanket before setting her things down and sitting on the blanket, lighting a cigarette from one of the packs he'd bought.
Mila smirked as she smoked, watching him slip out of his clothes. โI told you I was going swimming, naked.โ He smirked and she took a drag off her cigarette, watching him walk out to the water and dive in. โYou coming babe? Or do I have to come get you.โ He said playfully and she raised a brow and laughed.
She was half tempted to shout at him to come get her, interested to see how he'd react, but instead she stood, flicking her cigarette away, and pulled all of her clothes off before running out to join in in the water. It was freezing, but it felt incredible. Mila went under and came back up with a smirk. "It's been forever since I've been to the beach." She sighed, letting the soft rolling of the waves push and pull her body a moment, closing her eyes, enjoying how normal it was to go to the beach.
It felt utterly incredible not to have to put on a show for him like she did everyone else. With him, she felt like Mila, she didn't feel like Fox, and that scared her a little because she'd had to be Fox for so long, she wasn't sure she even remembered who Mila was anymore or how to be her.
Eventually, Mila opened her eyes and swam over to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his lips hard, moaning softly against them. It was just the beach, she knew that. Some girls experienced the ocean every single day. But it was more than that to her. If she was at the beach, she wasn't at the beach just to enjoy the sun and sand, she was there as Emilio's arm candy, kept on a leash. It felt good to kiss him, and she kissed him like he was her boyfriend and they were on a date at the beach, and no one else existed. She kissed him harder, slipping her tongue past his lips, pulling her wet body against his tightly, loving everything about the night, wishing it could last forever. "Thank you." She mumbled softly against his lips as she kissed him.
They went for quite a while, but they hadn't finished yet. They were just taking a break. He knew that because the night wasn't over yet. They still had plenty of time left until she had to get going, and he wasn't planning on wasting even a second sleeping. He wanted to use every millisecond of his time with her.
โSo, whatโs your story?โ She asked as she lit them both cigarettes and sat up. โBecause your too good of a lover for me to believe that bullshit story your brother gave Emilio.โ She said and he took a drag off his cigarette. โIf you were really like Emilio, the sex would be empty.โ She said and he sighed out a breath of smoke, knowing that was true.
He thought for a moment, trying to decide what to tell her before rolling on his side towards her, taking a drag off his cigarette, and propping his head up in his hand, looking her over. "I was raised by a pretty heartless man." He said simply. "He was a gangster. Probably one of the most infamous in America at the time, and his soul goal in life was for my brother and I to be just like him so he could go on forever." He shrugged and took a drag off his cigarette. "My mother, on the other hand, was a perfect angel. She was one of his girls, and everytime my father was away on work, and we were too young to go with and learn, she got to take care of us." He smirked, looking him over. "My mother showed us that it's not all about how many men you've killed, but the people you've loved." He shrugged and lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
"My mother got pregnant for a third time. This time it was a girl, and my father didn't want any girls so he shot her." He sighed, closing his eyes and taking a drag off his cigarette, glancing back at her. "After that, I took Max, and left that life for a while." He shrugged. "We didn't return until he was dead." He held get eyes and sat up, kissing her cheek softly before letting his lips move down, along her jaw and neck. "How about you?" He breathed against her skin. "Has this always been your life?"