Skye's POV
Megan. I can't get her out of my head. Everything she is. Everything she wants to be. Ever  since last night. I didn't plan on actually telling her I had liked her since I met her. Hell, I didn't know I liked her since I met her.
So, seeing her this morning, gave me the confidence, and the idea to finally profess my feelings for her. I didn't completelyunderstand them myself. But I know they were there. They were real. It was a no brainier. But I didn't want to spook her away. Especially since I wasn't completely sure she reciprocated those feelings. I know that I wanted her to know I cared for her.
I've never been all that good at expressing my feelings in front of anyone. Hell, I've never really had any feelings like this for anyone. I feel like a pathetic love sick puppy. Maybe I should just let it ride out. She wouldn't like someone like me. Not someone like her.
No. Stop it. I am not going to some myself out of this. I am going to tell her. Confide in her. I just didn't know how. She only left a few minutes ago, so I should have plenty of time. Looking around at my walls, I searched for inspiration. What does she like?
Shit. I don't know all that much of what she likes. Throughout all the conversations we've had, we haven't really disccussed what she finds romantic. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I've never done this before. It's usually always just sex for me. I bang it, then I loose it. That's the way I've always been. Â It's hard to break something when it's become somewhat of a second nature. Part of me feels like I won't be able to break my habits. But, Megan's worth the try. I just don't want to hurt.
"What to do, what to do." I pondered, stroking my chin as if I had a beard. I wish there was some way to capture all the moments I've enjoyed with her.
Then it hit me. I'm an artist. I'm sure I'll be able to capture it perfectly. Grabbing my sketch book and paints, I got settled on the floor and began working. Hopefully she'll like it. I'm not sure what I'll say when she gets here, but I have enough time to figure it out.
**********A little while later************
My hand is cramping like a bitch. I was nearly finished with half of what I was planning to do. My plan is to paint everything out, draw some things, color in others, then hang them around the room. Yes, I may have printed some things of the computer, but whatever. Sue me. I don't have all day.
I apparently didn't even have half the day, because as soon as I was done painting everything, I heard the front door open. I was set in the idea that it was Sloan, so I just continued what I was doing.
Looking up, I saw it was Megan. "Oh.....Megan.....I thought you wouldn't be home till later." Standing up, I scratched the back of my neck, searching for the right words.
"Skye, what is this?" She asked, looking around. She had a look that was like 'what the actual fuck?'
"It's not perfect, but it'll do for now." I said. I stepped forward, and grabbed her hand, pulling her gently to the first picture. It was when I first met her. "This was when we first met. Do you remember that day?"
"Of course." She said, smiling as she traced her finger lightly over the picture.
"And this..........." I said, picking up a picture a little further down the line. "Is when we fell asleep together. You have no idea how great it felt for me to hold you." This was scaring the literal shit out of me, but I had to keep it together and get this out in the open. "And these........" I pointed towards the series of dark paintings. "That's how it felt."
"How what felt?"
"Cutting you out of my life.......or trying to cut you out of my life." She looked to me, her eyes brimmed with tears. Bringing my hand up to cup her face, I pushed her hair out of face.
"Skye.......I promised your sister I wouldn't......."
"Shhhhhhh, I know." Leaning in, I captured her lips with my own. Moving slowly, afraid to scare her away. Her lips were so soft. She gripped my waist, walking me slowly over to my bed. Pulling lightly on her bottom lips, I trailed light feather kisses down her jawline, and down her neck.
"Skye........" She whispered. Pulling away, I looked into her eyes. They were still a beautiful as ever, but I could see she was struggling with something inside. "I don't want to lose Sloan."
"You won't." I vowed. This is a promise I intend to keep. Leaning in, I connected our lips once more. This time, she ran her hands up to my hair. Our lips moved in sync for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes. I didn't try anything further than kissing her. Mostly because I didn't want to do anything to scare her away. But, also just kissing her was more than enough for me.
I loved the way her lips felt against mine. Causing so many butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Granted, I felt this way anytime I was around her. Or even when I thought about her. It was incredible. I never thought I would ever be able to have feelings for anyone.
Kissing her gently one more time, we pulled away from each other. Out of breath, and full of lust. "Skye, I don't want Sloan to know." She said slowly. Looking  to me for a reaction.
"Megan," I said softly, grabbing her hands. "I don't mind keeping us a secret......so long as there is an us."
"What about Bailey?"
Shit, I forgot about Bailey. On some level, I knew I should feel bad for cheating on her. Even though she did it to me. Still. There's no comparison. When I was with Bailey, there was itching there. Not like what I had with Megan. Not at all. "I'll break up with her."
"You're still with her?"
"It's not like that Megan. We both know we're over, it's just that neither of us have actually said it out loud yet." I explained, she relaxed a bit.
"This is all so........"
"Crazy?" She smirked, slapping my arm softly.
"No, I meant this is all so new to me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well........" She started, looking down at her hands. I could see her face tint red. "Before this, I hadn't ever even kissed a girl. Well, I have, but not one that I actually had feelings for."
I guess me laughing at this mad her mad, earning me another slap to the arm. Rubbing it softly, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "It's ok, this is new to me too."
"But you have way more experience with this than I do."
"No, not like this." She turned, looking at me confused. "All the other girls, they were different. They were just about sex. But you..." I paused, seeing her in my arms gave me the boost I needed to say this. "With you, it's different.  It's better. I'm  not interested in you just for sex. And at first I thought I was. That's why I tried to cut you out of my life. But each day, it hurt more and more. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. All those times you would try and get me to talk... I wanted nothing more than to open up. Tell you everything. I was scared."
She pulled away from my grip, at first I thought she was leaving. Instead, she just pulled my face to hers. It was a slow, short, sensual kiss. And it still drove me crazy. I was almost dissapointed when she pulled away, but I relaxed when I saw she felt the same way. "You don't ever need to be afraid of telling me a anything, Skye."
"I know, it's just......it's hard for me to trust people."
"Oh trust me, I know." Laughing, I pouted. I'm not that hard to know am I? "Calm down, I meant that you have built a lot of walls around yourself. I've broken through some of them, but not all."
"I dont mean to do this." I said, looking away. I felt like it my fault for not letting people in. Not opening up or whatever.
"Skye....." She called, bringing my chin up with her hand. Even when she just touches me, butterflies swarm my body. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm not going anywhere. Yes, this will be hard to keep secret, because all I want to do, is show you off to the world. But I..."
"I know. I'm ok with keeping us a secret. I told you. I'm fine as long as there is an us. Because frankly, I don't want you with anyone else." I said taking her hand, I kissed it softly, laying back into my bed. She burrowed her face into my neck.
I was happy beyond words. Yes, I felt like a love sick puppy, but this I was Megan. And I was happy to feel like a love sick puppy for her.
Because I was love sick for her.