The Perfect Storm 2

Chapter 182

I sit beside the kitchen island as I watch Miles stir something in a pan. The image instantly takes me back to the cabin we all went to with Jacob and Chrissy. 

I can't believe how long ago that was, it almost feels like a new life, something I don't feel like I was really even a part of, it was so different from now and I can't imagine me looking at Mieles the way I did; with so much confusion and for him to look at me as nothing more than a game and for the both of us not to recognize one another at all. 

I hear the light rain sounding outside and I can't help but smile, knowing that he's here and I have him right here right now with me. I don't know if he's leaving again but right now, I have him and that's the only thing I can hold close to me.

"What are you making?" I giggle and he turns around, his hands dirty with cinnamon.

"Oh, shit." He laughs and so do I, joining him.

"French toast." He says, biting his lip and raising a brow. He takes off his black shirt with his dirty hands and throws it to the very end of the kitchen, letting it rest in the corner.

"I figured, I'd try to cook something different, other than of course the standard dorm room food that I've seen you have which is nothing but the burgers I treat you with," Miles says and I can't help but blush.

"Thank you, Miles," I tell him, standing up and walking toward him.

Miles's POV

Madison comes behind me and wraps her hands around me tightly. Her little hands touch my hard abs and hover over the tattoos I have on my body, then her hands explore my arms, touching everything her fingers can grab. 

I turn around and bend myself down slightly, then, I pick her up, spatula in between my fingers as I try my best to grab her ass with my free hand. She's much lighter than I remember, so easy to move and so soft to touch. I can't help but squeeze her ass right before I place her down on the kitchen counter, right next to me. 

My hands res on her has as I lean closer and taste her lips. The wet rain has gotten to her and her dark brown cardigan is so tempting with those stupid wood-like buttons. I can't help but stare at her chest, let my eyes linger, and fill with the sweetness of her chest. I spot a black lace bra, it looks new since I haven't seen her wear it yet and I can't help but wonder when she bought it.

"Is that for dinner?" she asks.

"No, the pool's for dinner," I say, biting my lip as I watch her wandering eyes as they're filling with mine, they start to sparkle and I smile at her. It feels so good to be back, so good that I almost forgot the most important thing; keeping it all together. 

I still need to tell Madison everything, even the stuff I've buried and forgotten, it needs to all come out and we need to start clean, completely and fucking utterly clean because I can't do this anymore. I can't hide like this, it's got to come out. 

Her eyes search down my arms and she notices something that causes her lips to part. She shakes her head, and I can tell that tears are trying to form in her eyes.

"I've needed you more than you know, Miles." Her voice is soft and it's everything I've been needing.

"I applied for homeschooling or whatever the fuck it's called." I spill lout, I can't hold anything in around this girl.

"You did?" He eyes look up at me and I nod.

"Yeah. I couldn't do it, not like this. I'm not giving up on New York, but it's got to wait." I say and with that, her smile grows.

Madison's POV

I can't help but want him to say with me; to stay here and never go back and before I can stop myself, my lips beg for an answer, "You, um . . . you still want to live in New York? Without me?" I want to cover my mouth with the hand but I can't, the words are out and so is the truth my mind can't hide.

"Yeah, I do, and I'm . . . I'm still hoping you'll come with me," he says and I take a deep breath, parting my lips in the process but he raises his brow and then I can't help but giggle and then Miles chuckles and then I've forgotten everything and gotten stuck in his eyes; the ones that make me feel something I didn't know I could feel. 

Why is everything so complicated but so heavenly at the same time? Something that feels this good; this warm shouldn't be this difficult but it is. 

Love being complicated was always something I expected and maybe that's because I saw it be complicated. 

My mom got pregnant too early, my parents' marriage fell apart and I've been warned my whole life about the boy that's sitting in front of me. But I never thought it would get this complicated, but it has. 

Everything has spiraled in a direction I never thought it would. 

Chrissy and I barely know each other anymore, I don't even live in the same dorm room I started in, Jace and I won't talk for a long time, my mother doesn't approve of Miles and probably never will and now Miles wants to leave for New York anyway; even though I'm here in Washington state, even though I want to go in a completely opposite direction to Santa Monica.

 We're two completely different people and yet we expect to make it work, somehow; in some odd way we have a chance together and I can only hope that we won't crumble apart as my parents did and like he has.