Milo: RecognitionMature

The second she asked for a Martini I knew. I could place her face instantly. As I looked at the seductress in my flat, I almost couldn't believe that she was the shy woman that I had met only the other day. But it couldn't be her. I was begging for it to not be her.

"Sophia?" I asked tentatively. I staggered back, placing the glass down. She nodded weakly and I could see that she was about to break down.

I raced across the room, holding her tight. "I'm sorry." she whispered, sobbing a little. I moved her over to the sofa and sat her down, unsure what else to do.

"It's ok." I said, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. "It's ok." I reached out for her hand but she withdrew it.

"I should go." she mumbled, forcing herself up. I blocked her path, standing my ground.

"Please talk to me." I said, holding out my hands. "We need to talk."

"What about?" Sophia asked, looking directly at me. "What's to discuss?"

One word came to mind and begged to escape my mouth but I held it back for fear of making things worse. "This. You are clearly distressed and I will not let you leave until you feel better. Sophia please."

She shook her head and tried to get past me but failed. "Sorry Milo. Mr Wells but I have to go. You can keep your money."

"No Sophia listen." I shouted, immediately getting her attention. "You cannot leave. Not like this." She backed away, falling into the sofa. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't." She sobbed, wiping away a couple of tears. I sat beside her, wiping away the rest.

"Why? I thought we were great together." I looked at her, still thinking that she was beautiful. I wanted everything to be alright, for all of our problems to go away and I knew what to do.

"But we can't be together." She said, turning away from me. "We just can't."

"You can't just throw this away! Tell me what you feel." I moved so she was looking at me. "Tell me."

She stood up defiantly. "But you know what I am and what I do. I don't feel Milo. I can't"

I held her by the shoulders. "I don't care what you do for a living Sophia. That doesn't change how I feel for you. Just look at me for one damn second and tell me how you feel."

She struggled, crying more with every passing second. "No."

"Then tell me how you feel about this."

And before she could react, I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her passionately.

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