♡ Megan's POV ♡
I am a firm believer in second chances. Not just second chances, I believe in third, fourth, and even fifth chances. I believe that everyone has it in them to change, just as much as I have it in me to forgive, and vise versa.
Which is why I sat across the table from Matt, so willing to listen to what the other had to say.
Well, sort of.
"I can't believe you're actually pinning this whole mess on me," Matthew exclaimed, his gaze on me frustrated and his cheeks flushed pink. He wasn't quite yelling at me, but he also wasn't speaking quietly.
"I'm not blaming you for the mess, I'm just saying that I've been trying to talk to you for the last week or two, but you've done nothing but talk to the only two people who physically and emotionally hurt me," I rebuttaled, placing a hand on my forehead. My anxiety was going up, and he knew that, so he softened his stance, and relaxed his shoulders.
"Megan, you have no idea how sorry I am for that. Of all the things I could've done to get to you, that was by far the worst possible thing I could've done. Kayla and Jared, they're out of my life now," he said, reaching for my hands. I pulled them back and into my lap, shaking my head.
"I don't care about your relationship with them now, I just don't like that you have the audacity to crawl from their laps back into ours whenever something goes wrong." He was silent, his eyes glued to his palms. He took in a large breath, letting it all out shakily. His eyes met mine, teary and soft. In that moment, I had never felt worse in my life.
"You're right. Things went wrong between me and Kayla. She took Jared with her and now I'm all alone." He looked at me, his eyes giving away no emotion. I felt a pain in my chest, like I was ready to cry. I was silent, at a loss for words.
His tears started to fall, luckily the room was too dark for anyone to say. Watching Matt cry, it made my heart break even more. I wanted to hold him, to cry with him, to tell him I forgive him and for him to tell him he forgives me. I want us to be happy together.
I want us together.
I looked up at Matt, releasing the breath I was holding. I got up to sit beside him, and he watched me the entire time. His eyes followed my tracks, looking me up and down. Watching him break made me realize that he really was a genuine guy.
I sat beside him, about a foot of space in between us. Still, no one talked. We just stared.
"Megan," he whispered. He took one of my hands in his, holding it against his tear stained cheek. There was so much emotion in the moment we shared, my eyes started to tear up.
"Megan, you need to know why things went wrong between me and Kayla." He continued to talk, yet he still held these unanswered questions in my mind as the tears spilled down my cheek. He used his other hand to wipe away my tears.
"There's only ever been one girl that makes me feel so happy that I could fly, so angry I could cry, and so upset that I feel the need to act stupid; and all these things make me want her even more," he said, staring directly into my eyes.
He released my hand, scooting closer to me. There was half a foot of space between us now, he was close enough for me to feel him shaking in nerves. The heat radiated off his body onto me, bringing a familiarity to the situation. Matt had always been the one I went to for comfort and stability, and I felt that when he placed his hands on the small of my back and rubbed it comfortingly.
I couldn't bring myself to say anything. It was like my brain had shut down and was completely focused on reading and comprehending every emotion he showed and every word he spoke.
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My Summer Fling (editing)
RomanceMegan Lee Anderson had never truly believed in love until it had happened to her. She goes on a family vacation to Florida, least expecting to find it there. But she does, and there's just something about him that keeps her drawled in, always chasin...