❤ Innocent Rebel ❤

Chapter 62

☜☆☞ someday, somewhere, you will see her again. And when you do, you will hate yourself for ever letting her go.... ☜☆☞
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Mia
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It had taken three hours for Oscar's appoveral on which dress to wear for my dinner with Nick. He had pick the plain white dress that I hated. And the too big light brown one that made me feel like I was in a potato sack. We finally came to an agreement of the light blue dress. It fits nicely and isn't too short.
Oscar will be returning to France tomorrow morning. It's my last evening with him. And I really wish I could spend it with him instead of going out with Nick. But I had already made my promise, dammit! Oscar says he doesn't mind, that he understands.
For now, he and Milo are currently staying at a hotel, Alice's apartment simply isn't big enough. It's nice having Oscar around. Mawmaw nearly had a headache when she saw him. She started yelling and smothering him in hugs and kisses. Oscar handled it well, even though I saw him wipping her kisses off when she wasn't looking. I had giggled at him but kept his secret.
It's five o'clock.
Nick should be here anytime.
I guess I should be excited about this but I'm not.
If anything I want it to over.
Deep down, I know Nick is looking for more than what I can give right now.
I want his friendship but nothing more.
When the doorbell rings, I'm filled with a sense of dread.
I put on a smile and try my best to ignore everyone as they all watch me walk to the door. But I'm stopped when I see the look on Mawmaws face. There is a weakness in her eyes that breaks my heart. She knows me better than anyone and she knows how badly I don't want to do this. But we both know why I must. I have to get on with my life, even if I don't want too.
I open the door.
He is dressed nicely. And smiling warmly. Nick is everything a girl could ever want but he isn't what I want.

"Wow," he says. "you look great."

I smile despite the fact that I'm dreading this.

"Thank you," I smile. "You look great yourself."

An awkward moment passes and then I realize he is waiting for me. I say my goodbyes and close the door behind me. Nick, always the Southern gentlemen, opens the door for me, both at the truck and the restaurant. He waits until I had sat until takes his seat. He keeps up the conversation and is kind and polite when I lose track of what we were talking about. I feel terrible for my rudeness. I wish that I could want this. I wish I could just forget the past. I wish I could change my hearts mind.
On the way home, he reaches for my hand. My automatic reaction is to pull away but I don't. If the wrist he does is hold my hand then I'm getting out of this pretty easy. Once again he opens the door for me. He places a hand on my lower back as he walks me to the door. I slid in the key and unlock the door. When I turn around to tell him thank you, I'm surprised by the feel of his lips being pressed into mine. I'm so stunned I don't have time to process what is happening before he moves away.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says.

I just stand there as I watch him drive away. I would love to say that his kiss had made me feel something but I felt nothing. No pleasure. No warm tingling feeling. Not even shy and embarrassed. Just nothing. There isn't anything there at all. Just as I turn to walk inside, I stop when I hear a voice.

"That guy? Really, Mia?"

I know the voice. It haunts me in my dreams. It belongs to the man who has broken my heart. To the man who holds my heart. I know who it is before I turn.

"Hello, Lex," my voice is small.

He is standing against the wall. His arms crossed and absolutely handsome. My heart skips a beat.
He is the same Lex I left in France and yet he looks so different.

"Hello, baby."

His words. His voice. The intense eyes. Everything about him pulls me in. But in away I'm surprised. If the Lex I knew had seen me kissing someone else, he would have killed him, even if we were no longer together. This Lex is obviously irradiated but he seems unbelievably calm. And sudden panic flashes through me, that maybe he has lost any love for me. But then again why is he here? Perhaps he had some loose ends to tie up in L.A. and he figured he would just stop by? But regardless, it doesn't change anything either. Things between us will never work out. We're just too different. We want different lives.
I shut the door behind me. I stand in front of him. His eyes scan my body. My face.

"You look beautiful," his voice is deep and heavenly.

"Thank you." I try to control my breathing. My racing heart. "What are you doing here?"

He grins softly and then stands to the side. On a ledge of the brick wall is a bouquet of roses. He holds them up.
When he hands them to me, our fingers touch. Electric pulses fly's up my hand into my arm.

"I just thought maybe I would stop by and check on you."

I raise a brow. "So, you stopped and got flowers?"

He rolls his eyes. "I just thought you would like them."

"I do," I say too fast. "I love them."

Then he gives me one of the heart melting smiles. "I'd hoped you'd say that."

I can't help myself from smiling. I bend down to smell my roses. I move to stand next to him. We don't touch, just stand closely.

"He seems nice."

I'm surprised. "He is."

"Do you like him?"

I shrug.

"He is falling for you," he says.

"I know."

We stand together. Not staying anything else. Just enjoying the warmth of each others company.

"It was nice seeing you," he says.
He moves away. Taking slowly steps away from me.

"Do you ever think about me?" I have no idea where this has come from or how my pride has vanished.

Before he leaves he turns to me once more.

"More than you will ever know."

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