The Brit And The Twit

Commitment

Mira's p.o.v

It was like my heart stopped. One minute he snaps wide awake and we're arguing. The next, we end up on the floor and kissing. Then my heart was hammering and it felt like it was gonna burst. I heard a door pull open but I kept my eyes closed. I could feel Mike's tongue quickly pull from my mouth as he sat up, panting heavily.

I took a few to gather myself, listening to the rain outside and Mike's heavy breathing. Sitting up, I used Mike for leverage, seeing Jake in the doorway. I tried stopping my eyes from growing wide, but it was really no use. I stuffed my face in the front of Mike's shirt, relaxing as he caressed my hair lightly. I could feel Jake's eyes on us, and I swear I thought Mikey would run.

I almost broke down in tears from embarrassment, but the sound of laughter made me gasp. Looking up, Jake and Mike were on their sides, howling with laughter. Maybe it was a joke? To see if he could win an American girl's heart? Maybe a bet? I couldn't believe it. "How much?" I asked, lowering my hands.

Mike paused to take one of my hands in his, and I let him take it. "How much of what love?" he asked, curiosity lacing his voice. I look at him sternly, a tear running down my cheek. "How much did you and Jake bet? Is that what's so funny? A bet?" I demanded, quickly wiping it away. They both exchanged glances before they got it. Mike took my face in his hands lightly and smiled. 

"There was no bet, love. We just didn't think you and I would come so.. far.." he said, trailing off. I nodded, taking this in and realizing I was overreacting. Of course I was. I was in love with this sod, more than anything and anyone. "Hey, Mira?" Mike asked, catching my attention. I gave him a look of acknowledgement and he exhaled deeply. Geez, I love everything about him. "Will you be my girlfriend?"