A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and support! I hope my story continues to please you! And welcome any new readers! Since this chapter was originally part of the previous one, it is short but important.
Enjoy!
A week after the trip to Gunsan, I found myself pacing my room and biting my nails.
After the disaster at my house, Miles and I never talked about his confession. I could see it in his face how my silence was killing him bit by bit, but I had to organize my feelings before giving him an answer.
'Obviously I like him since we are dating. But, do I..love him?'
My heart clenched at the thought, and I fell to the floor, staring at the ceiling.
Two years ago, Miles was just the boy who sat behind me in English class and never brought his own pencil to class. Now, he is a brash, cocky, loving man who says he loves me.
'I love you.'
Such strange words to hear.
The only people who've ever said that to me were my parents when I was young, and they weren't such stiff pricks.
"Maybe he just thinks he loves me." I thought aloud, but I knew that was a lie.
Thinking back on the last few months, I noticed Miles has been looking at me differently. He always had this friendly look in his eyes, but now, I realized there was something more….passionate in his gaze lately. And maybe his kisses and hugs felt a little different too. More care and endearment were placed into them.
And, to top it all off, the confrontation at my home. Miles may be a jerk at times, but one thing he is not is a liar.
"Dear Lord." I sighed, covering my face and curling into a ball. "He really does love me."
The realization frightened and thrilled me all at once.
But the question is: do I love him too?
Lying on my back, I thought back on the past two years.
Memories off Miles and I playing video games, eating, arguing, laughing, kissing, and hugging flashed through my mind: Miles staying up all night with me at the library, so I didn't have to walk back to my room in the dark; Miles buying me pads during my period without a single complaint; Miles arguing with me over the best way to eat Mac n Cheese; Miles defending me in front of my parents; Miles telling me he loves me.
Miles just being Miles.
My Miles.
"Oh my god." I whispered. "I'm in love with him."
Scrambling to my feet, I flung the door open and tore down the hallway.
A whisper.
"I'm in love with him."
A statement.
"I'm in love with him."
A shout.
"I'm in love with him!"
A declaration.
"I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM!"
Tears streamed down my face as I repeated the words over and over, not caring if I was drawing attention.
I spotted Miles washing his Jeep in the parking lot and raced towards him.
"MILES!" I screamed, tackling him to the ground, spraying water and soap everywhere.
"The fuck?!" He shouted, pulling himself up onto his elbows. "Young-ja?! What the hell is wrong w-?!"
"I love you!"
The words froze in his mouth, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Say that again." Miles suddenly grasped my arms, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "I need to hear it again."
"Miles Upshur, I'm in love with you."
He continued to stare at me with a blank expression, making me afraid that I was too late.
"Mi-Mmph!"
He smeared a handful of bubbles across my face.
"W-what the hell, Miles?!"
"That was for making me wait." Then he yanked me on top of him, that infamous smirk growing on his face. "This is for everything else."
I laughed as he pulled me in for a kiss, and everything else faded away.
I didn't care about my parents, school, or anything.
Just the man lying in front of me, who loves me just as much as I love him.
A/N: Love all around. Love. Love. Just a few more chapters and the dark chapters start. Hehehehe.