Tell Me With Flowers

50. Marry her

MILES

My darling.

That was all I had hoped and wished for. Even when I had pushed her so many times in the past one month, she was still here, trying to impress me with her cooking.

Mine.

I had tasted better raviolis in my life, but the one that Megan had made could never be compared with any other dish in the world that I had tasted so far. The effort she was putting to pull me back to reality was something I thought no one would do, especially for me. She had put up with my tantrums more than anyone had in my entire life.

She had given me the space and the time that I desperately needed to understand that Shelly was a bitch. I hated, no I loathed her for all the things she had done to me. She had left me without a word and then come back claiming that she loved me! With all that she had done, she had come back into my life to stir things up with Megan, plotting those photos in the media. On top of all that, she still had the audacity to ask me to go with her to Madrid after saying that my dad was behind all that!

Fuck her!

I felt a squeeze on my palms and when I looked up, Megan's blue eyes were filled with concern. Like she had said something horrible to me. Her thumb involuntarily drew circles as she tried to read me. She was trying so fucking hard to make sure that I was feeling better, yet I was a dick to her.

"It's really good. No, great." I said, as I took another bite.

When she was still expectantly looking at me, all I wanted to do was pull her in my arm and say that I was okay, and if it wasn't for her, I didn't know what I would have done. Shit, even the dining table felt like a huge continent that separated me from her. I regretted that I didn't take a seat next to her, letting the filthy minded Dill sit next to her.

I missed her, even when she was with me, yet so far away. I had been lost into the darkness, letting it take control, but she was there each day. If it was Shelly in her place, she would have fled the very next day.

The dinner passed by, with Dylan and Joe passing comments back and forth about how we had met in the fraternity. How we had whiled away our time when others studied their asses off. They were good old days and I didn't have anything against them. If I were in a good mood, I would have sat and laughed along with them, telling how much of a jerk I was chasing behind those foolish girls.

The same type of girls. Brunette, a good figure and a bitchy attitude. I had believed that it was my type, until I slowly, irrevocably fell for the exact opposite. Now, I had a thing for a certain blond with big blue eyes, who didn't have any dressing sense.

I smiled absentmindedly. When I glanced up at her, she was laughing at something that Dylan was saying, her eyes crinkled at the corners, her hands covering her mouth as she laughed.

"Man, you are staring at her for the past ten minutes." Joe said, patting my shoulder. "You, okay?"

I hadn't realized that Megan had walked away from the dining table to clear our plates. Dill was helping her put the dishes into the dishwasher. I heaved a sigh and looked away.

"I don't want to lose her." I said, desperately. "She's literally the only good thing that's going on in my life."

"Then don't." Joe shrugged. "Sometimes life can be that simple."

I sighed. Only if he knew. Having pushed her, I didn't know where I stood now. We were having such a good time and suddenly like an iceberg, Shelly had hit us, breaking our ship. It was high time that I got back to her.

"Thanks for everything." I said, meaning it.

If they hadn't come over and pulled my head from my ass, I didn't know how long I would have shut myself from the world. Sure, it wasn't easy, but I was taking a step towards it.