The Perfect Storm 2

chapter 185

Miles is sitting right in front of me. 

His eyes peer into mine and I know that there's something behind them that he's not telling me, something dark and hidden. His eyes are dark; darker almost and they look down from me to the couch beneath us and then back up to me. 

He slowly takes my hand in his and I can't bear the twisting and turning that my stomach is playing on me, it makes me feel sick; throwing up kind of sick.

"Madison, I'm, sorry." He breathes as his eyes stay on the couch again, they stay on the comfort. Even if he has to deal with saying something uncomfortable to me at least his eyes don't have to or so he thinks.

"What, Miles?" I ask and his eyes dart to mine for what feels like the hundredth time.

"I want you to look at me and tell me. Tell me everything and the complete truth."

"I was poisoned." He tells me and I gulp down hard. My lips part and I stare at him, trying to figure out more, anything more. My eyes scan him frantically, this isn't exactly a big secret but then I see his eyes and know that there's much more to come, but instead of waiting for him to end the painful twisting and turning in my stomach, I ask him.

"Why?" his eyes shoot down instantly and then slowly, they climb up, inch by inch until they dare to face mine again.

"Because I . . . I fucked over a drug dealer . . . and I uh, I dealt the wrong drugs to him." Miles's words hit me like a bullet, driving itself deeper and deeper through me. I slowly draw my hand out of his, the warmth of his fingers leaving mine.

"You . . . you're a drug dealer?" I move away from him further, tempted to stand up. I feel like I don't know him, he's a complete stranger.

"I'm not one anymore, I was one, Madison, that's not me now." He starts but I don't know if I want to hear it this time, I don't.

Miles's POV

Her face is fallen. She's looking at me as if; as if she doesn't even want to fix it this time, but that's our whole story, it's ups and downs and then it doesn't work.

"Madison, I'm sorry—" My voice breaks as I beg her; as I watch those beautiful hazel eyes that I fucking love so much, the ones that I'm losing over and over again and the ones I can't take losing, not now, not one more time. I can't take it.

"Madison please." I cry out to her, hoping that she'll take in the words even if she'll only take in a part of them.

"Please, I'll do anything, baby, please." My lungs feel like they're fucking collapsing. I can't take this. Her eyes glossy as they stare into mine, nowhere but into mine. The room around us is silent, everything is so fucking silent until she parts her lips, then I feel it so hard, I feel just how over this is, just how helpless we are.

"You did something wrong, in the past, you didn't do that now and not with me. I don't know that Miles and I don't need to know him . . . because I know you--" She breaks the silence and life pue fucking life breathes itself into my lungs. I

 feel fucking whole again, the broken and horrified pieces inside of me are forming together, renewing themselves from her words and I can finally grasp the air that was around us this whole time that I just couldn't feel. I can finally fucking feel it. I stop the words by touching her lips with mine. 

My body fills with relaxation and I feel complete; I feel so fucking good. My brain feels like it's fogged with everything that's good in the world and I'm okay now. I'm okay; we're okay. Her lips taste so fucking sweet that I want to be buried around them and keep them close to me forever.

"Are you . . . are you sure you want this?" I ask, somehow we're both able to communicate and understand each other without the words being said. I know what her head nod means, she's ready to forgive my past, she wants this.

Madison wants us. 

My arms instantly sway around her, grabbing her body into my hands as he legs wrap themselves around me tighter, as if to secure that I'm not going anywhere. 

My lips touch her neck and she starts to moan softly, filling my ears with something my body can't handle. I turn around with her wrapped around me and walk up the stairs where my mind is starting to get drunk with ideas. 

The stairs feel like they're so much harder to get up when I feel half fucking alive with her body touching and caressing mine, her legs tightening around me, pressing herself harder against me but ye her touch feels so soft; so fucking good. 

I grunt and slip the cardigan off her shoulder and then the other, I spot both the bra straps and can't wait to see what the bra looks like on her but I'm too damn tempted, I want her o damn much, and instead of waiting. 

I rushingly kiss her is, tiring to geas much of her as I can, before either of us can last any longer in this sex trance. 

While making out with her, feeling my body slowly die with pleasure and trying to keep my mind rational enough to climb up the stairs for the both of us, I attempt to take off her pants and when her lips detach from mine, her eyes watch me as if they didn't expect this much pleasure. 

I can't help but play a soft smirk on my lips as I manage to lift her up high enough for her to kick off her damn pants and then I quickly grab her back close to me, holding her so damn tight. Seeing ha he underwear is black, matching her bra is the fucking hottest thing ever. 

With one hand I manage to get inside the back of her shirt, my fingers trained to unclasp bras and within seconds hers is on the floor.