Tell Me With Flowers

29. Turmoil

MEGAN

Feathers were falling, tingling all over me and what was worse, I was loving it. I tilted my head towards one side as a small smile broke in. Small kisses were flowered on me. My cheeks, my nose, my eyes and my lips.

God. A small moan escaped my lips. Embarrassed, I opened my eyes to the most beautiful face.

"Hi." Miles smiled, kissing my nose. He was on top of me, putting all his weight on my body, pressing me to the mattress. This was a very fast moving scene to where we were in our relationship. But I didn't see myself complaining.

"Hi." I said, making sure that my face wasn't red.

Last night was something that I couldn't get over with. My nightmare had woken me up and without thinking what I was doing, I had leaned on him for emotional support.

And when he asked me if I would like to be his girlfriend, without thinking, I had said something comedic to ease the nerves of mine.

Now, Miles was acting as if he had got a certificate to embarrass me. He had showered me with kisses and sweet nothings. A bigger part of me liked it, for it was something that I was not used to. Something that made me feel liked, pampered and perhaps even loved. But a bigger part of me was scared of the impeding what ifs.

There was a lot to discuss and though Miles said that we would figure things out together, I still had my doubts. For now, I wanted to enjoy the present not wanting to over think things through.

"I don't want to get up." Miles pouted, making me laugh. At my laugh, his pout turned into a smile. He rolled over and soon, I was on top of him. "You are my girlfriend, finally."

He hugged me tighter, kissing my forehead.

"Miles." I chuckled, pushing myself up. Sitting on top of him, my hands on his bare chest and my butt on his torso, Miles put his hand behind his head, smirking at me.

"I could get used to the view." He said and immediately, I knew what he was referring to. Before I could do something worse, I tried to get up, but Miles held my hand tightly, resisting my escape. "Come one, darling, I know you love it too."

I stopped my tantrums and looked at him. His smirk which often brought a flip to my tender heart, now didn't intimidate me. His disheveled hair which often looked sexy without combing was now standing in all angles known to man. His dark eyes were drinking me in and his lips were pink and full.

Without taking my eyes off him, I leaned towards him, tracing my hands on his bare chest. Goosebumps formed behind the trace I drew and I heard him gulp in nervousness. I smiled victoriously, glad that I had an effect on him just like he had on me.

My fingers slowly reached for his lips. So full. Pink. Plump. When I looked at Miles, he had closed his eyes. Not thinking about my actions, I leaned forward pressing my lips to his.

It was as if we were meant to be. I had never felt that way before - confident and in control. It was just like a roller coaster ride, when the air hits you on the face, taking you high up along with it. I knew it was a dangerous, but the excitement was overpowering the consequences it held.

I heard a manly groan and it alone made me high. The slow kiss picked up its pace. My hands roamed his head and clutched hand full of his soft hair pulling it as he bit my lips. He pulled me down with him, his hands around my waist while another held me in place.

I had forgotten everything with that one kiss. If kisses could speak, this was screaming loudly that it wasn't a game for him and he liked me just like he had told me last night.