The rest of the day, Mira avoided me like I was the damn plague. I saw her around the office twice. While I was conversing with one of our editors, I saw a bouquet of flowers—two dozen red roses—being delivered to her office. I watch her from a distance, through the glass. Mira takes the roses and reads the card as she walks to her desk. Her lips curl into a smile, and she shakes her head.Levi is doing what Levi does best. However, he doesn’t realise that Mira isn’t like every other girl he’s used to wooing. He doesn’t know that Mira doesn’t like roses. Her favourite flowers are blue orchids. She favours sweets over chocolate any day…Haribo, to be precise. When it comes to having the upper hand, I’ll always win because I know Mira better than I know myself.“Mark,” I call for my assistant, and he comes running over to me. “I need you to do something for me…” I place my hand on his shoulder as we walk and give him precise instructions on what I need him to do for me. “You got all of t

Mira and I glare at Levi, who winces. I know for a fact, that Mira just delivered a swift kick to his shin. “Yes! I’ll make reservations immediately.” She jumps up to her feet, kisses me, and walks off with her phone.“Levi, what the hell?” I grit irately.He shrugs indifferently. “What? What's the big deal? It’s just one dinner, brother.” He turns his attention to Mira, who has sunk back into her chair, deflated. Levi drops a kiss on her temple. “I’m going to shower real quick, and then I’ll take you home, okay?” Mira nods wordlessly.The moment Levi leaves the room, she looks at me. “Can you get us out of this?”I shake my head. “No, she’s like a dog with a bone. I’ve been vague about you over the years, and it's not helped her curiosity. It’s better to get it over with. When Megan sets her mind to something, she won’t stop till she gets it.”Mira sighs, “Great. Exactly how I want to spend my Saturday night—being interrogated. Should I expect the Spanish inquisition?”I rub my foreh

We got to the club just after ten. Wyatt, Lex, Logan and a couple of Wyatt’s friends partying up in the VIP lounge. “Fucking hell, peach!” Wyatt exclaims, taking my hands and looking me over. “You look unreal. If I weren’t gay, you’d be in my bed tonight.”I laugh when he spins me. “I’m in your bed most nights.” “Don’t you forget it, you sexy betch.” He expresses with a wayward grin and kisses my cheek. “Hold it, am I seeing things? Is that Devin and his girlfriend?”I nod, glancing back at said couple and resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes, Megan wanted to come along.”“Are you okay?” He asks considerately, leaning in to speak in my ear over the loud music. I nod and gesture toward Levi, standing behind me.“I’m trying not to let it get to me. Wy, she referred to herself as his future fiancée. I almost lost it.” Wyatt pulls his head back, his brown eyes searching mine. In the darkness and neon lights of the club, his usual brown eyes almost looked black.“You’re joking?” I shake

I walk over to her and smile, “Morning, Tinks.” I greet, brushing a kiss on her cheek before taking the small suitcase from her and carrying it back to the car. I can feel Mira watching me while I hand the case to the driver, and he packs it in the boot. Meanwhile, I open the door for her and gesture for her to get in. “Shall we?”Mira nods and gracefully slides into the car. After closing her door, I walk around the car and get in the other side. Mira looks at the coffee cup with her name on it sitting in the cup holder and looks over at me. “You got me a coffee?” Mira questions, surprised. I nod and pick up my cup.“I got us coffees. You forget I know firsthand how cranky you are when you're caffeine-deprived. You turn into a little Tasmanian devil.” I tease her with a smirk and take a sip of my coffee.“Shut up. I do not!” Mira protests affronted, peering at me, all wide-eyed and beautifully flustered. I chuckle, pleased by her reaction.The drive to the airport was forty minutes.

Devin smiles warmly, “It’s my Italian genes.”“Your back is boiling. Does it hurt?” He shakes his head, taking my free hand into his and kissing my fingers.“No, but keep touching me.” He mumbles, closing his eyes. “Never stop touching me.” We sat there for a while just talking, murmuring to one another. My hand is laced with his while I play with his hair with the other.Devin kept his promise and bought me Gelato, which we ate as the sun set while we strolled hand in hand through Giardino degli Aranci—or Orange’s Garden. The infamous park that grows the bitter oranges. While we walk, I hear music and pull Devin along, following the music until we come to a fountain and a lady singing a beautiful Italian song with her guitar. Her voice was so beautiful and the song so emotional that you feel it in your bones even if you didn’t understand. That’s the beauty of music. You don’t have to understand it; just feel it. Something about her words spoke to me. It tugged at my heartstrings.“Be