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Milos point of view
I stared at the bouquet of flowers in front of my front door as well as a medium sized package, wrapped in shiny silver paper adorned with a red bow. I leaned down, picking up both of them as I awkwardly pulled the key from my pocket and opened my door, shutting it behind me. I sat the items on my small coffee table in my living room, sitting myself down on my sofa to inspect them.
I dont even like roses...
I sighed looking at the third arrangement of flowers that have been dropped off this week. Dimitri was persistent. Its only been a couple days since that night and he has been dropping off gifts to my apartment. It was just flowers so far but I wondered what was in this box, reaching forward. I unwrapped it, opening the cardboard flaps. My eyes widened I stared at the shiny silver watch, picking up it definitely costed a lot with the weight. A card was laid out below it. I sat the watch onto the table and picked the card up.
i hope you like the watch pup, wanted to make sure you won't be late for our date tomorrow, 6pm at Rao's, E 114th st. Dress nice Milo - D
He wanted me to go on a date with him? No, he expected me too. Dimitri never wanted. He always got and unfortunately the thought of going out with him made my heart pick up, imagining us together..He really didn't expect me to go, did he?.
I put the card down and got up, grabbing the flowers I dumped them into my bin in my kitchen where they fell atop of the other two bunches he had left. This man was ridiculous if he thought id come back. I did like Dimitri but it had to have been stockholm syndrome and the fact of how vulnerable I was after Derek. That was it. I only liked Dimitri because of those two reasons.
But he did say he thought id die, would things be different if he knew I lived? Would have I ever met Owen, would I even be living bere. We might still be together...The thought of that made me smile, cheeks heating at the thought of me and Dimitri and the things we did. I groaned as i now found myself in my bedroom, falling onto my bed and stuffing my face far into my pillow. My emotions were everywhere. My stomach and heart were flipping at the memories that surfaced of Dimitri and the possibilities now that he is back, but on the other hand; My brain is being rational.
I literally got fucking shot because of this man.
I rolled over, sighing as I heard my phone ping. I reached for it from my pocket and pulled it out, seeing a message from owen. He was asking if I was free tomorrow night. I actually was. I usually work during the week and get my weekends off. That was nice. I replied back saying yes, wondering if he wanted to hang. He got back to me, inviting me out to a club. I grinned. Our schedules rarely ever matched, with owen being a nurse and when they did it was usually only for a few hours before or after one of our shifts. He must have the weekend off if he is wanting to endure a hangover.
