I pulled my hair up in a ponytail, sighing again I went out of the room. "This is the third time, I am asking for my coffee, Winter. Get me some now will you?" Troy gave me a dirty look; I just nodded and went towards the machine.

Pouring the dark brown liquid into the cups, I strutted towards him and kept it in front of him. A thank you? A smile, maybe? Nothing. All I got was a bored look. Is head was buried in the phone in front of his hand, the never faltering attention which was directed towards it.

I watched him, every move he made – that smile on his face, those fingers which clicked away furiously. I saw it all from the brim of my cup. But his attention never faltered, his smile never faltered, neither did his fingers which typed furiously falter at my constant gaze. He stood up abruptly, making me look down at cup. "I'm leaving" Troy said and started walking towards the door.

He gets up, come up to me and kisses me. Says sweet words, makes sweet promises, tucks a strand of stray hair behind ear- grazes his knuckles down my cheeks. He says he loves me and kisses me again. He goes out the door but not without giving me one look, the look of love, of affection, of longing. He, Troy does not do this. Troy does not say sweet words. Troy does not make sweet promises. Troy won't tuck the stray strand of my hair behind my ear. Troy would not graze his knuckled down my cheek. Troy would not say he loves me or even kiss me. Troy does not give me the look of love, of affection, of longing. Troy would never do any of this to me. But does this bother me? No, I did not. Will it ever bother me? It would never bother me.

The engine roars to life, the tires leave the driveway making a screeching sound. I breathe out and smile. Peace, finally. Closing my eyes, I take another sip of the dark liquid in my cup. The bitter taste which is soon covered up with sweetness, the strong aroma of the roast. I feel it all, now when he is gone- I feel it all and feel it good. Walking up to the window, I take in the beauty of the place, lush green trees, misty skies, whooshing sound the of the wind –the tranquility of the place. I can feel it, I take it all in.

I walk to the patio and watch the tress dance to music of the howling wind.

My back is pressed against his hard chest, his fingers stoking my arm. The cool breeze flows, carrying the smell of rain with it. The grey sky which contrasts the lush green on the ground.

His lips brush my bare shoulders in a teasing manner; I close my eyes laughing lightly at the ticklish feeling. Troy removes the strand of my hair which covers my neck before placing a hot mouthed kiss – I moan in ecstasy. Tilting me head to the opposite side and let him shower me with kisses.

I gasp once he sucks the skin at the juncture of my neck, "there" he says, "you are mine", he gently takes my hand and kisses it. My smile never leaving my face, it just grows bigger and bigger – just like my love for him.

He grabs my hand and leads me outside, "it's raining, Troy. Why are we –"cutting me off with a kiss, "just come with me" he says. I walk out with him, squinting my eyes as the rain drops pelt from above the skies and the winds whooshes around us. I feel goosebumps forming on my arm.

I look at Troy; forehead is matted with wet hair, his face covered with droplets, which flows down to his neck, disappearing beneath the shirt which now clings onto him like a second skin.

"You are staring", I quickly look up and see a smile on his face. He comes closer to me, and kisses on the lips; I mesh my hand in his wet hair. His hands skim through my back and stopping at my hips, he digs his fingers in flesh pulling me closer to him. the rain is no more disturbing us, the wind is not cold anymore – the passion of the kiss, pulls us deep into bliss to notice anything.

We break apart to take to take a breath, to take in the kiss we just shared; peeking through my lashes I see a boyish grin which adorns his face, his lips plump from the kiss, making them even more kissable than ever.

I watch him, slowly bend down and going on one knee- my eyes widened and my mouth opened with shock. No words come out of my mouth; I see all of his movements- he is on his knee, pulling out a box and opens it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. My eyes soon finds his face, but then keeps on going back to ring 0 then to his face and then back to ring.

TROY EMMETT MYLES IS PROPOSING.

"Hey Winter, can you come down to restaurant for a second please, I know it's your day off but-"

"It's alright Morgan, I am coming." I hang up, picking up the glasses- I glance outside once more, before going inside. 

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Hello Dear Readers. 

so its been really, really long. But here is a new update.

I won't be updating anytime soon (writer's block, school and exams, etc.).

but i hope you like this chapter, please vote for it and comment, (well you have to because I managed to write more than 500 words and i will give you a cupcake with a cherry on top, so pretty please vote for it. *gives puppy dog eyes* )

- Harley James Stark