Chris sat on the edge of my bed, his fingers tapping an uneven rhythm on his knee. He’d been quiet for a while now, barely saying a word since we got to my room. That wasn’t like him. Chris was always talking, always teasing, always finding a way to get under my skin just enough to make me roll my eyes but never enough to really annoy me.
I glanced at him between soft hums, my son latched onto my breast as I rocked him gently in the chair by the window. The warmth of his tiny body against mine was familiar, comforting. Even after months, the sensation of feeding him still amazed me— the way my body instinctively knew what to do, the way he fit so perfectly in my arms.
But Chris… Chris was staring.
He wasn’t being obvious about it. His gaze flickered to the floor whenever I looked up, but I knew better. He’d always been bad at hiding things from me.
“You’re quiet,” I said, breaking the silence.
Chris looked up, eyes shifting away just as quickly. “Just thinking.”
I smirked. “That’s dangerous for you.”
The joke landed, but it didn’t shake the tension in his shoulders. I watched as he ran a hand through his hair, his leg bouncing slightly.
Something was off.
I raised an eyebrow. “Spit it out, Chris.”
He hesitated. That wasn’t like him either. Whatever was on his mind, he wasn’t sure how to say it. That was enough to make me curious— and a little wary.
Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I…” He paused, shaking his head. “I can’t get the taste of your breast milk out of my head.”
My heart skipped a beat.
I stared at him, my brain taking an extra second to process what he’d just said. He wasn’t looking at me anymore, his gaze locked onto the floor like he wanted to disappear into it.
A slow smile crept onto my lips. “Chris.”
“I know,” he said quickly, waving a hand as if to dismiss it. “It’s weird. It’s stupid. Just forget I said anything.”
I tilted my head, watching him squirm. Chris never got flustered. He was the one who made me flustered. Seeing him like this? It was… interesting.
“You really want more?” I teased.
He let out a short, nervous laugh. “Forget it,” he mumbled. “I shouldn’t have—”
“I didn’t say no.”
His head snapped up, eyes wide.
I bit my lip, amused by his expression. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing— what we were doing— but the way he looked at me in that moment sent a strange thrill down my spine.
“Cam…” His voice was quieter now, hesitant.
I sighed, adjusting my son in my arms. “Let me put him down first.”
Chris nodded, not saying another word as I stood and carried my son out of the room.
My mom’s room was just down the hall, and she didn’t mind when I brought him in to sleep. I moved carefully, my body still attuned to every little sound he made, every tiny movement. His eyes were already drooping, his small body relaxed in my arms. I placed him gently in the crib beside my mom’s bed, smoothing a hand over his soft hair as I whispered a quiet lullaby.
By the time I returned to my room, Chris was still sitting on the bed, hands clasped between his knees. He looked up as I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“You’re lucky I’m nice.”
He let out a short laugh, but I could see the tension in his jaw. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I stepped forward, feeling the air shift between us. There was something unspoken lingering between us now, something I wasn’t sure I had the words for.
I sat down beside him, close enough that our knees brushed. He tensed at the contact, and for some reason, that made me smile.
“You sure?” I asked, my voice quieter now.
He exhaled slowly, looking at me like he was still trying to figure me out. “Yeah.”
The moment stretched between us, thick with anticipation.
I took a breath before reaching for the hem of my shirt, pausing just for a second to see if he’d change his mind. He didn’t move, didn’t speak— just watched.
I lifted my shirt, unclasping my bra, letting the cool air brush against my skin before I shifted to face him more fully, my breasts fully on display.
Chris swallowed, his eyes flickering up to mine as if waiting for permission.
“Go on,” I said softly.
He hesitated for just a moment before leaning in.
The first touch of his lips sent a shiver down my spine.
I sucked in a breath as he latched on, the sensation making my skin prickle with warmth. My lips caught between my lips as I fought the urge to shift closer.
Chris groaned softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.
I bit my lip, my free hand moving instinctively to his hair, threading through the strands as he sucked gently.
“Chris,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t stop. If anything, he seemed encouraged by the way my body reacted, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucked again, deeper this time.
I gasped, my back arching slightly. “Fuck.”
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his lips slightly parted, a drop of milk clinging to the corner of his mouth.
“Should I stop?” he asked, his voice rough.
I shook my head, my breath unsteady. “No.”
He flashed me a smile before returning to my breast, his hands resting lightly on my waist as he continued. The warmth in my stomach spread lower, my thighs pressing together involuntarily.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I was. But I couldn’t stop.
I tugged his hair lightly, making him groan against my chest. The sound sent a sharp jolt through me, my stomach clenching.
“Fuck, Chris,” I gasped.
He pulled back slowly this time, his breathing uneven. He licked his lips, his eyes dark as he met my gaze.
“I’m gonna get addicted to this,” he murmured.
I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”
Chris grinned and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb before leaning back against the bed.
He let out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “I can do this later again, right?”
I smirked. “I don’t know. I might just stop producing milk tomorrow.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “I pray not.”
We both enjoyed the silence for a while before he stood up to leave.
Unexpectedly, he leaned in and kissed my now clothed breasts.. “Goodnight, Cam.”
I smile at him. “Goodnight, Chris.”