Mila's Heart

2. Sorta Beautiful

This chapter of my story is also inspired by the song by A Fine Frenzy, Near to You. I have included the lyrics in my story below, but it doesn't belong to me either, only to A Fine Frenzy, of which I am a huge fan. Go to Myspace and look them up and play the song as you read this chapter. Anyway...here's chapter 3. I hope you enjoy.

Sorta Beautiful.

I stopped to take one last look in the mirror before I left for the airport. It has been four years since I have seen Mikal, but I don't think I have changed all that much. Since having lived in the sunshine state for the last four years, I still couldn't be considered tan, but my skin has a glow. My dark hair falls in curls down my back. At the present time, my cheeks are flushed and my blue eyes staring back at me are bright with excitement. I carefully dressed in a crisp pair of white shorts with a blue blouse. I slipped on my white sandals, picked up my purse and keys and headed toward the truck.

Within twenty minutes, I am standing in the airport waiting for dad, mom and Mikal. My eyes race back and forth across the terminal trying to pick them out in the crowd. It wasn't hard to do. It was at that moment that time seemed to stand still-and there he was. My heart skipped a beat. Sorta beautiful. That's how I had once described him after a run. He being shirtless, I had noticed his long sinewy muscles and tanned skin. He was something beautiful then, but here in the present, he was more than that. Time had certainly been good to him. If it were possible, he was taller, his head above the crowd. His long dark hair was blowing back in the breeze as he walked. The white t-shirt he had on did little to disguise his muscular chest. His arms were no longer sinewy, but fully developed. His dark good looks made many women in the terminal look appreciatively. My hand traveled inadvertently to my lips that suddenly began to burn in remembrance and I smiled in satisfaction as I noticed that he only had eyes for me.

When he reached me, I still had my fingers to my lips, but I was smiling up at him with genuine joy. After a long absence, his smile lit up his face like the sun had returned. Laughingly, he leaned down and grabbed me up in his arms and twirled me around before he set me down again. "Mila." He breathed. My heart thrilled at his husky voice, which was deeper than I remembered. "It is so good to see you. You look so beautiful."

"Mikal." My eyes began to well up. "Where have you been so long? I have missed you so much." I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him like a drowning person clinging to a life raft.

At that, he picked me up again and cradled me against him. I noticed that most of the women in the terminal were looking at me enviously and dad and mom were looking at each other laughing. "Uh, Mila, Mikal, maybe we should head on over to the apartment and continue our reunion there."

I reluctantly pried myself out of Mikal's arms. "I think they're right, Mikal." I grinned sheepishly, becoming increasingly aware of the jealous looks being directed at me.

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"Sure." Mikal agreed as he picked up the bags he had dropped and we went out to the parking lot. dad was certainly right about Mikal's having changed. He was not only taller and more filled out, he was more mature in his attitude. Gone was the cocky, adolescent werewolf. Replaced by something else altogether. Yet, he was still my Mikal.

Mikal spied my truck in the parking lot and laughed. "Mila, have you still got this old thing?" He threw his bags into the back and laughed out loud.

"Mikal! Be careful how you talk about my truck." I retorted with mock indignation. "I'll have you know that she is a classic and I have had several offers for her. But she and I have been through a lot together and I am not getting rid of her." I lovingly rubbed my hand across the hood.