But, I love you...

Roses

Meryl's POV

Today was the day I would finally tell Maks how I felt. Dancing with the Stars was long over and it was already August. He would be in Michigan all this week, and we were going out to dinner tonight.

These past couple of months had been crazy. The Jennifer Lopez and Kate Upton rumors worried me to death but, I had to believe they were all fake for my heart's sake.

During season 18 of DWTS, I fell for Maks. It started out as an attraction but then it turned into something more. After we finished our freestyle, I realized that I didn't just like Maks, I loved him. The only worry I had at that moment was if he loved me back...

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It was nearly 6 o'clock and Maks would be picking me up any second. Apparently we were going to a romantic restaurant, so I dressed in one of my favorite dresses. I had worn it once in Japan around 2012 and I instantly fell in love with it. It was ruby red with a black jewel at the end of the slit. The slit was deep in the middle of my chest, but I had little to no boobs so it didn't look bad. My long brown hair was in a sleek ponytail with curled ends. After putting my makeup on, I looked in the mirror and I heard the doorbell ring. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door to find Maks standing in the doorway with a dozen red roses in his hands.

"Hey." He said shyly.

"Hello." I replied, just as shy.

"These are for you..." Maks said, handing me the roses, his hands shaking a little.

"Thank you! You didn't have to do that. Let me put these in a vase, you can come on in." The atmosphere instantly lightened up and we both relaxed.

"You're welcome. You look amazing by the way!" Maks hugged me from behind as he watched me cut the roses and stick them into the vase. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and it made my head spin.

'Maybe he does love me back.' I thought to myself.