The Perfect Storm 2

Chapter 195

The gravel crackles under the Porsche tires as Miles drives into the driveway to his house. Switching between who was driving and who was in the other front seat seemed like a good idea as soon as my feet got tired and my hands couldn't grip the steering wheel as hard anymore.

 There's something about driving cars that's just a little bit nicer when Miles does it and I can watch him as he presses the gas pedal to the floor, one of his hands on the wheel and the other one resting sometimes on the window and sometimes on the gear. 

The darkness in him fits so perfectly like this. It's like a fantasy I'm watching and I can't stop; I never want to stop.

"Listen, Madison . . ." He says and I pop back into reality, my eyes focusing on his eyes as the car has now come to a complete stop on the gravel beneath the tires.

"I want this more than anything; I want you, baby." He smiles and I want to melt.

"So, I, uh . . . I wanted to give you this." He says, his hand slowly stretching to mine and then revealing a key.

"I want you to be able to come whenever you want, you don't need to knock, Madison. What's mine is yours, baby." He says and I take the key from his hands and hold it tightly in my hands.

"Thank you," I tell him with a smile and my shoulders slightly raised as I keep the key close to my chest.

"No more secrets, okay?" He says, his eyebrows raised as his eyes pour into mine with the softest and most satisfying feeling.

"Mhm," I say, nodding at him slightly with a small smile. His hand stretches to hold my hair and then he tucks the loose strands behind my ear, looking into my eyes. He leans closer and closer until his soft lips touch mine and we mix our lips together. It feels like an eternity of pleasure and then he leans back, his forehead resting with mine as we look at each other.

"No more secrets." He says and I press my lips together before repeating, "No more secrets."

"Let's go, I want to show you something." Miles gives me a smile and I nod before we both get out of the car. He clicks the car key and locks the car as we make our way toward the house.

"Open." Milles smiles at me and I can't help but smile too before trying to stick the key inside the keyhole and turning it open. Miles's hand pushes at the door in order to open it fully and let us enter the home.

"It feels different somehow," I tell him and he nods.

"I added a few things." He licks his lips as we step inside the home. I instantly feel the rug beneath me.

"White?" I look at him quickly as if he made a mistake and the color isn't allowed to be there and I need to remove it.

"Yeah." He smiles, looking down and then up again at me.

"Are you—"

"Sure?" He finishes for me and then smiles his famous smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I can't live as I did . . . not when you make me feel so different." He says and looks down at his shoes at the white laces. How did I not notice? His black vans were always pitch black even the parts that were meant to be white were covered black, the laces; the everything, and now, it's different.

"It's just the laces for now, but it's a start." He smiles and I can't help but join him. There's something different in his eyes, something I love; more of what I love. The brightness in him that I knew was there is slowly coming to the surface.

"I didn't want to go crazy or anything, you know just in case you wanted a pink rug or something, I wouldn't want to throw out too much stuff." He smiles the words out and I can't help but chuckle.

"Thank you," I tell him and he nods. I slowly walk into the kitchen but notice no difference.

"In here." He says, opening up one shelf to reveal over a dozen white cups instead of black. I can't help but smile so brightly at the change.

"And, there's one more thing." He says and I look at him in wonder, my eyes shining up at him.

"It's upstairs." He lets me know with a gesture toward the stairs. My feet take me there instantly but only one step at a time. I feel Miles behind me so close, he's so close and it's driving electricity inside me. I hear purring and something with a small bell sound comes running toward us. The small kitten with blue eyes looks at the both of us.

"I don't know why she won't grow but it's cute," Miles says and I chuckle before taking Memphis into my arms.

"She, uh, her collar," Miles says shily. I look around her neck at the small pink band with a bell in the very middle and the name 'Memphis' attached.

"I love this you, Miles," I tell him and I can see he's slightly caught off guard but he says the words back.

"I love you, Madison." He says and before I can speak again, his lips hit mine with a bang and the sensation of electricity that is going to take over me.