MILO’S POV
“Rule twelve,” I said, trying to sound like a serious adult and not a man whose entire nervous system was fried. “You don’t—”
Then it happened.
A hand — a warm, soft, absolutely disastrous hand — slid under the table…
…and landed on my thigh.
Not lightly.
Not politely.
Firm.
My voice broke in half.
My brain...