Manchester Ménage 01 - Saving Samuel Read Free Page A

twenty six this year. I need to grow up. You need to grow up. You’re thirty, for God’s sake. If you’re not ready to settle down, or at least give a relationship a go, then what’s the point?”
    This was an old argument, one which they kept repeating every couple of years. They’d stop meeting up, stop calling, end it all, then find themselves falling into bed three months later, desperate and out of their minds, needing to reconnect and just be with the other. But Daniel was right, this had to stop.
    “Danny, I don’t want to end everything. I don’t know why we keep having this conversation. We both need something from each other.”
    “Sex. That’s what you need, right? I mean more. You just don’t want that with me.”
    “Hey.” Milo shifted closer to him. “We tried that out. It didn’t work.”
    “Three months wasn’t long enough to call it a trial. You didn’t even give me a chance.”
    “It felt fucking longer.” Milo brushed back his thick hair and frowned at Daniel. “Besides, don’t throw the sex thing back in my face. You're just as desperate for me as I am for you. It’s a two way thing. We both get what we need. Sort of.” Milo rolled his eyes. Daniel didn’t get everything he needed from Milo, and he never would. “You need someone to fuck occasionally and I'm not that person. We’ve tried everything. A ménage, open, you abstaining. None of them worked, Danny. Anyway, this is kind of a relationship, just a very…”
    “Loosely based, open kind of thing which doesn’t fulfill either of us, and don’t you lie and say it does.” Daniel swept his hair from his forehead with a huff before placing his hands on his hips and glaring at Milo.
    He looked sexy mad, which was one of the reasons why most arguments ended up with him pinned beneath Milo, being fucked hard while they both swore at the other, growling out hateful words while they worked their bodies up into a wild state.
    Daniel rubbed his eyes with his palms. “I told you, it’s not the sex which bugs me. It’s everything else. Those issues are old and never get resolved no matter how much I try with you.” Daniel stood up and took in a deep breath. “It’s over, Milo. I know I’ve said this before, we both have, but this time I mean it. It’s over. I can’t do it anymore.”
    Milo had heard these words too often to count and he tried to stop the smug smile from appearing on his face, but Daniel caught it.
    “I mean it this time, Milo. I did a lot of thinking while you were playing happy families over in India.” Daniel stepped closer, pressing his palm on Milo’s chest and kissing his lips gently, a soft sigh escaping mouth before he pulled away.
    Milo held Daniel’s hips, not wanting to let him go, needing to press him up against the wall and ravish his mouth. Daniel’s amazing green eyes met his and Milo felt that all too familiar tug in his gut, telling him to be honest and let go, just give Daniel what he wanted.
    “I love you.” Daniel’s eyes filled with tears, something which Milo had seen only twice before in all the years they’d known each other, and one of those times was when his mum passed away. It hit Milo hard—this really was it. Daniel was ending everything with him. “I’ve always loved you, Milo. Part of me always will, but I’ve accepted you’ll never feel the same way for me—”
    “Danny—”
    “No! I know you care. I see that, I feel it.” Daniel ran his hand down Milo’s arm, taking hold of his hand in his. “I know you’re not unemotional, even though you try really hard to act like it. But, you don’t you love me, and I’ve done pretty much everything I can do to make it happen, but without changing who I am… I don’t think that will happen.” Daniel stepped back, dropping Milo’s hand and clearing his throat. “We’re holding each other back. I'm trying to make you feel something for me which you can’t. I'm not the one for you, and no matter how much it