Hey, ma babes!
First of all, let me apologize to you all. Last chapter was a mess of formatting and typos and random parts in italic and what-not. I honestly don't know what happened there. So sorry.
So. The Vampire Diaries is back. Plus, the new Original's spin off. I have some Joseph Morgan to lust after, so excuse my short note.
You are all great. I hope you like this chapter. There's a little of the boys POW for you. Tell me what you think, ok?
Much love,
Nat'
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I woke up a couple of hours later, feeling slightly better.
Hang over rule #1: When waking up after a night of alcohol abuse, have a sip of whatever it was that you've been drinking before. It'll help you get brand new.
So that's what I did. Getting up, I snuggled my feet on the fluffy slippers and walked to the fridge, to look for a little bit of wine. Hopefully, we didn't drink everything last night.
Getting to the mini kitchen, I found a glass already poured, with a little note on top of it.
For your recovery.
I forbid you to get drunk again. Wait for me, then we can have some fun.
I.
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling, in spite of myself.
So I drank the contents of the glass, put it in the sink, stopped by the bathroom so I could brush my teeth, and went back to my bed, sinking in the pillows and covers and all the softness that had my bones melting with comfort.
Remembering my cry for help to Jakotsu, I got my phone to text him.
There was a text in there already.
"Where are you, girl? Did he murder you? Should I call french police?" followed by a desperate emoji.
I chuckled.
"No, he didn't murder me. I'm ok. He did suck the air out of my lungs, though. I was breathless there or a while. But I'm ok." winky face.
He took a few seconds to reply.
"I'm glad to hear that. Now, so sorry, darling, but I'm in the middle of a spa day with Marc Jacobs. His boyfriend is here too. I'm having FUN. TTYL. Luv you. Muah*" Kissy face.
I smiled and then it hit me.
I don't remember the rest of the night.
I don't remember. The rest. Of the night.
Jesus.
What happened in this hotel room?
Did something happen?!
My phone vibrated and I saw the little icon telling me a had one new email.
I sighed with relief when I saw it was from Sango.
From: Sango Kesh
To: Kagome Higurashi (personal)
Subject: Salut!
Hey there! How are you?
How's Paris? Is it still gorgeous?
It's been a while since we've last talked. We are all here dying with jealousy of your new super famous status. And we all miss you too.
So, news (gossip) from home that are too big to fit into a text so I'm emailing you: Miroku just came back from a meeting back at Maison T, and his face was white. The thing is. Do you remember the show about Fetiches we put together, a few seasons ago? Turns out the people from Alexander McQueen saw it, loved it, and wanted to know the name of the person responsible for all the amazing-ness that was the event, because that theme was only like Miroku's specialty, so it was extra good. What happened was, they made him an offer. To make him their exclusive event planner, and he would make so much money he would be able to smoke 100 dollar bills.
The people at work freaked out, called a meeting, and tripled McQueen's offer, along with an exclusiveness contract. We would be the only Fashion company he could work for, but he was still free to go around working for Ferrari and stuff.
Can you believe it? Triple! He was already rich, he's gonna be insufferable now.
He told me he would take me to dinner in Rome and make love to me on top of the Coliseum, and you know what? I didn't even get offended. I liked the idea.
I'm such a gold digger, Jesus.
So I said no. No shenanigans on top of historical monuments.
But seriously. I'm very, very happy for him. He is a bit of a man-child sometimes, but he deserves it. Works hard, loves what he does, and he doesn't let it go to his head (too much). Last week we went to an orphanage and he bought clothes, toys, tv's, computers and booksfor everybody. And said he's going to help with the bills from now on. How sweet is that? The ladies who run it were on tears. I was too. He can be really sweet.
So I've been extra sweet to him since ;-) I'm at his place right now, and I'm not gonna lie to you: I'm naked. He's preparing something for us to eat, so I thought I'd write to you.
But enough about us. How are you? Who won the reality show? Was it that blond guy? I hope not, 'cause I hate him. I hope it was that girl, with the super long hair. She's great. If it wasn't her, let me know, 'cause I want her number. Maybe we could hire her, I don't know.
Any french beaus came your way? Have you seen Jimmy? Tell me everything.
Miss you!
Sango.
P.S.: When I wrote "Salut" on the subject box, mu phone corrected it to "Slut". My phone hates you, LOL.
My cheeks were hurting by now, so much I was smiling.
I knew it, from the beginning, that she would be happy with Miroku. And don't get me wrong, he's always been great, but since he has her by his side, it seems like he's been able to access a whole new level of creativity, his work is even better, one event more impeccable than the other.
That's the power of love for you, my friend. It made him richer. Huh.
From: Kagome Higurashi
To: Sango Kesh (personal)
Subject: Hello, Mrs. Rich Girl.
Great news, girlfriend! Your man is richer, you are loaded too, you are skinny, you're having sex.
You're on top of the world right now. Just don't go and have sex on it, please ;-)
Jokes aside, great news. I'm so very happy for him, and for you. That orphanage move was amazing. I want to go with him the next time he's there.
To answer your question, no. No french beaus. I did get, however, a marriage proposal, from an old man who suggested I marry him and come here to live with him and his three dogs in his manor in Toulouse. Except that his wife was right there, shaking her head and telling me not to mind him. He's 93 years old, she's 85. I met them at the ballet. Cute couple.
Oh! Also, I saw Bruno Mars at this restaurant. He wasn't singing, but I think he's touring around here, his table was huge, full of people. Maybe his band and crew?
But that was about it.
HOWEVER. I did get drunk last night. Like, wasted. It was fun.
Oh, and Inuyasha was with me.
Don't scream, please.
Turns out he was in Paris too, did you know that? He was in Paris on vacation (on his own. Look into that for me, please) and came to my hotel to get some documents for his dad. And I honestly think he wasn't stalking me. You should have seen his face when he saw me.
The thing is: I was already a little tipsy from the champagne I drank at the ballet (I went again last night. Swan Lake. Beautiful), and somehow I ended up inviting him for a drink and in a minute we were already engaging in a very compromising talk and he was on top of me and we were making out on the floor.
So you're a gold digger and your phone is right, I'm a slut who has no idea if she has slept with someone or not.
Yeah. Because I woke up all nice and cozy in my nightgown, in my bed, all tucked in, smelling like soap, and he was nowhere to be seen. He had to catch a flight back home, so he had to leave early.
AND I DON'T KNOW IF I SLEPT WITH HIM, SANGO!
I'm such a slut, aren't I? How is it possible for me not to remember if I slept with him or not?!
I miss you too. Any of you girls at work tried breaking the copying machine so that hot guy had to come over and fix it?
A bientôt,
K.
After I sent the email, I got up, looked at his little notes again, felt a warm feeling in my heart and, drank some water, then back to bed. After a while, she answered me.
From: Sango Kesh
To: Kagome Higurashi (personal)
Subject: Talk about news!
Ok, there's a lot of information floating around here, so let's go by parts.
1)I forgot to tell you that I ran into Adam Levine a few days ago, and he asked about you. What is UP with that? He's so hot. Do you have something you need to tell me? Will you be loved? By HIM?! Has he really got the moves like Jagger?
2)Tell me you didn't roll around on the floor in a designer dress, please. Tell me you were naked, because I swear, I've seen what you've packed, and you only have precious dresses in there. Please don't go rolling in carpets in one of them.
3) You are something! You have the guy of your dreams in Paris with you, getting drunk and making out and taking care of you afterward and you ask me about the hot maintenance guy. Come on. (Yeah, we called him. And he came. It was a great day at the office.)
4)No, you didn't sleep with him. I know this because now I am writing you from Miroku's computer, and he just got an email from Inuyasha. I'm forwarding it to you, because I know you'll like it. But if you say something to either of them I'll kill you and then I'll deny it, because Miroku is strictly forbidden to read my stuff, and he cannot know I'm reading his.
There it goes:
From: Inuyasha Taisho (Personal)
To: Miroku Houshi (Miroku.h)
Subject: Kagome.
You little fucker! Why the hell didn't you tell me Kagome was in Paris? For three goddamn weeks?!You deliberately let me spend five days alone in a house with that fucking dog when I could be with KAGOME! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Do you even realize what I'm telling you? I could be spending some awesome vacations with the woman of my fucking dreams. But because of your little memory lapse (I'm choosing to believe that's what it was. You forgot that she was going to be here, otherwise you'd have told me. Because if you hid that information from me, I have to rethink our entire friendship), all I did was throw a stupid ball around for the dog to catch, walk around with him and watch some games in French.
ALL BY MY-FUCKING-SELF!
If I hadn't had the idea of getting some documents from that prosecutor for my dad, I would have never bumped into her! I wouldn't have had the best drinking night of my life! Because we did that. We got drunk. We got so drunk we started to confess stuff right then and there. Like I told her that I wanted to grab her and just fucking take her in the middle of the street, in front of her doorman and her neighbors that night I dropped her home, and she told me she liked to show off the hickeys a gave her to one of her neighbors.
Who, on their right mind, would say stuff like that?
But we did. And we weren't embarrassed in the least. On the contrary, we laughed a lot about the whole thing.
I'll tell you, man. Every time I look at her, she's more beautiful. How is that? I mean, she's always the same, but she's better, you know?
I'm starting to worry about myself. You know what I caught myself doing the other day? Drawing houses. One with eight bedrooms. You know who occupied them?
In the master bedroom, me and Kagome. The other five were for our kids, and two guest rooms, probably for you and Sango.
I'm not an architect. I didn't even know I could draw, but there I was, surrounded by ideas for this big ass house that I'd have with her.
What the fuck am I doing drawing houses?! Women do that, not guys. Men like Jakotsu do that, not men like me.
But I was so fucking bored on that fucking house with that fucking dog drooling all over the place, and I missed her, so fuciking much that I started thinking about how great it would be if Kagome was there with me and one thing led to another, and then I had a bunch of house doodles.
I'm going crazy, because I can't stop trying to fit my life with hers. And the craziest part is that everything already fits perfectly.
For example, do you know what Sango told me one day? That Kagome is too slow when it comes to grocery shopping. We were talking one day and she mentioned that she needed someone else to go shopping with her, because Kagome is too slow and ends up buying a bunch of crap she doesn't need.
And I know it's true, because that day you got high on Red Bull and we went to the drug store pick up your medicine, she managed to spend 84 bucks on a bunch of crap in little over ten minutes.
Do you understand what this means?! I'm so fast when it comes to shopping that I usually forget half the stuff I have to buy. Kagome is so slow she gets too much. Do you see? We balance each other, it's perfect.
Do you know what Kikyou tells me when I forget some item of the list?
"Oh, it's ok, honey, we can send the cook for it later."
Annoying or what?! I don't want the fucking cook to do my shopping, damn it, if I did I wouldn't have had the trouble to go in the first place.
Fucking annoying woman.
Kagome would never do that. She would scold me and tell me that I never pay attention, that she only asked me for something silly, and I managed to forget it. And then we would fight and make up and that's what I fucking want! Someone to challenge me, not to just exist by my side.
She is so beautiful when she's drunk. Beautiful, when most women get all fucked up. That's not a coincidence, I'm sure of it.
Maybe you'll be disappointed to know that no, I didn't sleep with her. Even with all that wine and the chocolate and all those kisses we shared. Fuck, I already miss kissing her.
But I confess that I gave her a hickey. A really small one, under her breast. It's tiny, but it's there.
But instead of sleeping with her, what happened was that I ended up helping her take a bath. Because I made her get into the tub, that she complained was too big, so I sat on the other side of it, looking at her while she washed her hair and face and fuck fuck fuck fuck, I miss her.
When she got up to get out of the tub, she was all wet, and I couldn't control myself, so I grabbed her, opened her towel, bent over and just planted one in there. She giggled and slapped my arm.
After that, she got dressed and I tucked her in, and I think I slept a little too, because when I realized, it was already ten in the morning, and I had this fucking plane to catch in three hours.
So I had to leave.
It hurt me like a motherfucker, leaving her in there alone.
Whenever I had to leave Kikyou, I'd get a little sad, sure, but I never felt like that. I never had actually considered calling my dad and telling him to deal with my absence in this case we are working together, just so I could cuddle with her.
Never, I swear.
But with Kagome I did. I had to call Sesshoumaru and ask him if it would be too awful if I didn't make it, just so he could threat some sense into me.
He told me he would chop both my ears off if I didn't show up.
I actually needed to hear that.
And I didn't even sleep with her (I'm kinda proud of myself about that. It's been 10 fucking months, my skin has been crawling and my muscles aching and my mind has been screaming for her for all this time, but I managed to control myself. She would be mad, I think).
So after I hung up with him, I bent over her to kiss her goodbye, do you know what she told me?
That she loves me.
I mean, yeah, I told her fist. But then she turned her head towards me, kissed me back and said "Love you too", and then slept again.
I think I spent a good 15 minutes looking at her after that, just seeing how perfect she is. She IS, man, she's so fucking PERFECT.
And, to be very honest, I'm sitting here on this airport lounge, and I'm still trying to control myself not to tell this airline lady that keeps offering me coffee all the time to cancel my ticket, because I'm going back to my girl.
Even if she's not my girl, technically. Not yet, anyway.
But I can't do that, because Sesshoumaru already called me to threaten me again if I don't show up.
Damn it.
They're calling my flight, I have to board.
Don't tell any of this to Sango, otherwise I'll tel her about that thing.
I'll be there in about 8 hours. We can have lunch or whatever.
Inuyasha.
P.S.: What do you think is her favorite color?
I had both my hands over my mouth and couldn't stop smiling. I shoved my computer from my lap and onto the mattress and jumped from the bed to go stand in front of my closet mirror.
Sure enough, there was a small, purple bruise under my left breast. I got shivers and my cheeks blushed furiously.
I don't even remember him doing that.
I was still staring at it when there was a knock on the door. Dropping my camisole quickly, I put on my robe and answered it.
It was a bell boytrying to balance a huge flower bouquet.
"This just arrived for you, madam. Where should I put it?"
"Oh, you can put it on the table over there, please."
He excused himself in French, got in and put the flowers where I had indicated. I tipped him, he thanked me and left.
And I almost melted on the carpet.
There were four dozens of red roses, all big a beautiful. The smell was overwhelming.
There was a card.
"I think a little extravagance is due when one's in love.
Too weird?
I miss you already.
Inuyasha."
Oh, man. Where the hell are you? Come back here, please.
From: Kagome Higurashi
To: Sango Kesh (Personal)
Subject: Thank you!
Oh, my God, thank you so much for that! I am so relieved, but I'm also so embarrassed! I told him I loved him! In my sleep! That is very weird. I wanted to be awake when I said it to him.
Oh, he just sent me flowers. The most beautiful roses. Four dozens, can you believe it?
What should I do? Call him? Email him? Whatsapp him, what?! Should I throw myself from my window, WHAT DO I DO?! I can't just sit here while he... Woos me?
Gosh, Sango! Did you read that part when he thinks it's a good thing that I'm so slow when shopping?! Do you think he knows just how slow I am? Even I get irritated with myself.
He's so perfect. In everything, he's so perfect for me.
And what is the thing he'll tell you in case Miroku tells you about this? Do you have any idea?
Kisses from cloud nine,
K.
She took a little while to write me back. I had time to order breakfast from room service (it was well over lunch time, but this is a luxury hotel. You can ask for breakfast anytime you want), eat it, thank the cute waiter who brought me complimentary ice cream, tip him really well because he was really cute and eat a whole croissant when my computer binged, alerting me I had a new mail.
From: Sango Kesh
To: Kagome Higurashi (personal)
Subject: Hey
I do not know what "thing" is he talking about. But I intend to find out.
Sorry it took me a while to answer. Miroku came back from the kitchen with pancakes and decided to check his emails. He laughed a few times reading Inuyasha's, and answered him right after he finished reading. I'll forward you a copy.
Please come back soon. Don't get me wrong, I love to have lunch with Miroku, but it's annoying to do so everyday. Do you know what he had the nerve to tell me last week, when I asked him about Inuyasha and the Corpse Bride? He caressed my chin and said "You wouldn't tell me about Kagome's preference in underwear color if I asked, would you, baby? So don't ask me about his love life." Can you believe that? The nerve.
But I know he cannot stand Kikyou. Once, right before your trip, I went with him to Inuyasha's office, because they would have lunch together and I went to get Rin, who was there with Sesshoumaru, and she was there. The stuck up bitch. Miroku almost punched her in the face, it was funny. I thought he was going to throw up when she asked if she could join them.
Oh. Hey, Inuyasha just wrote him back, I'll forward you the conversation.
Have fun!
S.
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From: Miroku Houshi
To: Inuyasha Taisho (Personal)
Subject: Kagome
Oh, the joy! My favorite couple reunited!
I'm sorry, buddy, for not telling you she was in Paris. I thought you had decided you would do what she had asked and stop chasing her. I'm glad you didn't, though.
Well, disappointed wouldn't really be the word I'd use. I think I'm more sorry for you than anything. I know how much that curvacious body entices you.
You drew a house, bro?
It's not that bad, compared to the fact that I have everything planed for when Sango starts popping our kids out. I don't have to tell you you'll be Junior's godfather, right? Kagome will probably have little Roxy as a goddaughter. Please don't be offended if there are no kids left for Kikyou. Don't take it personally, it's just... You know.
I think you'll want to reconsider the grocery shopping thing. You might be fast and all, but Kagome is a disabled mummy. In slow motion. I know because I asked her to go with me once and I ended up with a new TV, a vacuum cleaner and the Coldplay collection, and I'm not even such a fan. And she's friends with most of the cashiers, on every market in town. Soyou usually take even more time to pay that huge amount of things she forces you to buy, because they talk too. About a whole bunch of things. And people around us can't even call the manager to complain, because she's friends with them too. It's very tricky to go shopping with Kagome.
I don't know her favorite color, sorry. When you find out, though, let me know, because women tend to chose that color when shopping for lingerie.
I won't tell Sango anything, relax. I take offense in the implication that I would. And if you tell her anything about that thing I will murder you, and I'll ship Kagome away to Timbuktu and you'll never be able to see her again. I mean it. And I will also scratch your car with a brick.
Now, seriously: fix this damn situation. I can't take your moping around anymore, I'm sorry. Plus, I had the weirdest dream last night. It was a really fun night, you know, with Sango and all, and we were almost doing it, just finishing foreplay, when her phone buzzed and it was a text from Kagome (I know because I recognized the special ringtone). We ignored it, of course, but then, I was sleeping, and I started dreaming about Sango in her lingerie, and in the dream, her phone buzzed again and all of a sudden there was Kagome, walking towards me in nothing but this negligee, that was kinda floating around her, and she was really sexy, and then you showed up and punched me for looking at her like I was looking, and then I woke up. What the fuck, man?! Stay out of my head.
And, I'm sorry, bud, but by the time you get here, it will be well over lunch time. But we could go out for drinks or something.
Miroku.
From: Inuyasha Taisho
To: Miroku Houshi (Personal)
Suject: My godchildren.
Aw, thank you. I'd love to be a godfather to your brats. And don't worry about Kikyou, screw her. She doesn't really like kids anyway. If it's up to her, my last name would die with me.
I know Kagome wants kids, because she also mentioned it when we were drunk making out on the floor. She said she wants to have twins, and that she will call one of them Dolce, and the other will be Gabana. I swear. There's also gonna be Prada, the oldest girl. And the little boy, Gucci. The boy after the twins will be Hugo. Hugo Boss. I don't think she's serious though, because she told me she already had a daughter named Birkin. And giggled a lot. I freaked out a little about the daughter part, because she told me it was her baby with that Jimmy fucker. But then I remembered that time he gave her a purse as a gift. When I asked her, she nodded and pointed to the armchair where the thing was resting.
She told me she wants a dog named Jimmy, like in Jimmy Choo. But I'll convince her to change that name, because that ex of hers, and I don't want her thinking about him all the time.
But you know what, if she seriously wants to name our kids that, it's cool with me, as long as their last name is Taisho, I'm game.
I mean, Sesshoumaru is not a pleasant name, but he managed to live with it, didn't he? People even shudder in fear when they hear it.
I think you and Sango will get the twins. For godchildren, I mean.
Whatever.
I'm in Barcelona, connecting flights. I hate that. But at least I can use my computer.
You can go ahead and forget about Kagome's lingerie. That's an information I make a point in keeping to myself. Focus in Sango's which I know is either pink or yellow, because those are the colors she wears the most on her shoes.
The fact that you've shopped with Kagome and I haven't is unacceptable.
And STOP DREAMING ABOUT HER, YOU FUCKER! You got your woman, leave mine alone.
Seriously, DO NOT DREAM ABOUT HER!
I.
Gome, me again.
Just an observation: what is up with them, talking about our lingerie? And you can tell your boyfriend that mine is all black, because I look good in it. And I'm sorry about that weird Miroku dream part. You know he's weird like that. Sorry.
After that, I decided to take shower, get all dolled up and go out. I booked a train ticket to London, to pay a visit to Jimmy.
My emails had never made me so happy before.
.:.
After that, the city seemed to be even brighter. I tried my best not to let his little visit cloud my mind. Nothing was really going to change unless he made sure it would, but it was really hard. He kept texting me, and try as I might not to respond, I couldn't help the emojis that went his way.
Three days later, it was time for the show's finale, and I was invited to the party, since I was guest judge. It was a very pleasant dinner, and I made sure not to drink too much. Enough being drunk. That was almost becoming a habit.
I talked to a few of the other judges, with the contestants, congratulated the winner (it wasn't the blond guy Sango hated, even though he's very good. Nor was the girl with the super long hair. She was runner up. All she won was a trip to New York. I made sure to get her number to discuss a job proposal in the future. She was over the moon), ate good food and made sure my Roberto Cavali dress was photographed. It was a nice night.
Ellie Goulding was there, to sing for us. Jake Gyllenhaal was an atendee, and he looked fine. Like, really.
I had a lot of fun. Jimmy and his husband were with me, and they told me very good news: they had been approved to adopt a little girl. They were so happy, so I couldn't help but smile all the time.
After the party, I hugged Jackes, the producer who had made it possible for me to be here, thanked him for an incredible experience, thanked the other producers, the designers and everybody involved.
Then I kissed my British boys good-bye, and I went back to my hotel, to start the long process of packing, for three days later.
Sota and Kohaku (Sango's brother) were the one's that picked me up at the airport.
My brother hugged me so tight he took me off the floor and made me drop my water bottle. I have the best little brother ever.
The boys asked me a bunch of stuff about models and about Europe and when I gave them their Heidi Klum's personalized autographs ("Hello, Sota! Hope to see you playing football one day! Küsse, Heidi". Kohaku's was in German – he's fluent – but he translated it for me, it said something about how awesome it was that he was a black belt in most fighting categories. She also sent kisses), they high fived and told me I was awesome. Kohaku stated that I was hotter than usual and Sota smacked him on the head.
They dropped me off home, helped me with my bags, hugged me and then left.
Less than 10 minutes later, my doorbell rang, and I thought it was them again.
And then I had a thought. Oh man. Could it be him?
It wasn't. It was the other him. The one I had managed to think so little about for all this time.
My actual boyfriend.
"Hi babe!" He smiled big and kissed me hard when I opened the door for him. "I missed you!"
Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God, I'm such a bad person.
There I was, making out with other men in France, receiving hickies and taking baths with Not My Boyfriend, while he waited for me at home.
Sango's phone was right. Slut.
I'm gonna make a long story short for you: He got in, he kissed me a bunch of times, I tried to hide my guilt and thibk of a way to brak up with him without being a total bitch.
Because, let's be honest. He's the perfect boyfriend. He has been nothing but perfect to me, but he wasn't for me. And I, clearly, wasn't for him. I was, in fact, very bad for him.
But, before I could solve my dilemma, he did it or me. He made me sit on my bed and sat next to me. Then he sighed.
"So. I have to talk to you about something."
I raised my brows and waited for him to continue.
"I was at the office yesterday, and they told me I'm being transferred. Again. This time, to Washington."
My jaw dropped.
"So here's the thing. We should get married."
Yeah. That was a proposal.
"Uh... What?"
He smiled and took my hand.
"We should get married, you and I. I want you to come with me. You can work from Washington, can't you? We could buy a house, settle in, it's nice in there. What do you think? Are we getting married?"
Just like that. There was no dinner. No ring. No preparation.
He just dropped it on me. On me, who was tired, smelling like airplane, jet lagged.
"Ok, uh... Kouga. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Yes! I'm sure! We're so good together, babe, and we could be so happy in Washington. I mean, I know you like New York, and that you like your job, but you can totally work from there!"
So, in a way, he made it simple for me to say no.
I could not leave New York. I could not leave my job. I could not marry him. He was great. He is great, but Washington? No. Sorry.
So I took his hand and tried to explain him why I couldn't accept that offer. He told me he had already made up his mind, he was going to DC, that he didn't even like New York that much anyway.
We talked for a while. He still tried to convince me, but I was firm on my decision.
He left after a few hours, after kissing me one more time, and telling me he would convince me to marry him one day. I smiled and hugged him.
God.
Before I started unpacking, I got my phone and texted Sango.
"So. Guess who just got a marriage proposal?"
Should she change her mind and say yes to him or no? Where are my #TeamKouga girls? ;-)