Love Me With Flowers

CHAPTER | 1

MEGAN

Miles snaked his hand around my waist pulling me back to him. He pressed a feather light kiss on my neck as he held me tighter. I could feel his bare chest radiating heat off of him. Ignoring the tingling sensation in the pit of the stomach, I flipped the pancakes in front of me and smiled at it when I caught it perfectly back in the pan.

"Good morning to you too." I turned off the stove, keeping the cakes in the hot box before turning to face the guy I adored.

"Wow, you are now so good at it!" Miles beamed down at me. "What could anyone expect when you have such a hot mentor?"

"That cooking is the second-best thing." I teased, putting my hands around his neck. I could see his cocky smirk already knowing where I was heading at.

"What's the first, darling?" It was barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough to make my knees weak and bring out chills down my spine. In a good, fantastic, nerve wrecking way. I loved and hated the fact that he could turn me into goo with only one look.

"This." I muttered, as I hoisted myself up to stand in tiptoes. Pulling his neck down to me, I pressed my lips on his in a passionate lock. As our lips touched, all the insecurities and doubts that lingered from the previous nights vanished.

It was as if we were the only two left. I for him and him for me. I was his and he was mine. And that was all that mattered. His tongue touched mine and suddenly, everything seemed to combust around me. As he let out a manly groan that I consumed along with his kisses, I forgot everything that came with a red flag. I didn't care as long as he was there next to me to pick up the pieces that he shattered.

"Darling." He breathed as we came back to our senses. We both were panting from our hot make-out session, but I didn't regret it. It was the best part of waking up with him. He groaned again, pecking my lips deliberately. "What is it with you and the kitchen! Damn!"

He pulled me closer and pressed another kiss, making me giggle. "Come on, get ready." I said, pushing him away.

He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the same smile I adored and loved. His nose turned up a little, as his lips widened showing his perfect teeth. I couldn't help but stare at him wondering how in the world I had become so lucky so fast.

"Meg, I found these on the door mat today." He said and pulled a letter with a flower out of nowhere. "It has your name on it."

My face fell at that. All the happiness that I had mustered, forgetting everything that had to do with letters and flowers, was now haunting back. My hands became clammy and suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I tried to take in as much air as possible to calm myself down, but it wasn't helping. I looked at his face and it had turned into a scowl. A scowl that was aimed at me.

"Miles..." I started, not knowing what to say to the person who stood in front of me.

"Are you seeing someone behind my back, Megan?" He spelt my name as if it was an instant killing venom. And he never called my name unless he was angry with me. But why was he angry with me when he was the one who wrote the letters?

"No, Miles... no." Tears had already started and I hated myself for not able to control my emotions. "I love you."

Miles let out a sinister laugh at that throwing away the piece of paper that he had held towards me. The red rose, my favourite fell on the floor as he crumpled it under his foot. I gasped at his actions.

"You will run away with someone who writes and gives flowers to you!" He shouted. "You will abandon me and go to someone else when time comes. You, Megan were cheating on me!"