Before you start reading this chapter I just wanted to say that this is a chapter placed in my imagination since Stella  and Myles still aren't together so none of this happened, please don't be confused. The next chapter will continue where the story stood and none of this will be mentioned. Though a couple of things that are mentioned indeed will happen in the future, but you don't worry about it because that will be explained more detail in future chapters. This is just made for you to enjoy and celebrate Valentine day with them and to cheer the sad mood this book has. That's it! Enjoy and happy Valentine day to everyone I hope you will like it.

All of the sudden my sight becomes black, and I scare, but when I familiar scent fills my nostrils, and feel the body of someone very kind and sweet leaning on my back, I release a sigh.

"Myles", I state.

"Yes!", he squeaks and removes his palms from my eyes. "How did you guess?" 

When I turn to look at him, I see his chocolate eyes filled with shine, and his lips curled in a wide smile. "Well, first, I like you so much, and second, you are wearing a cologne I gave you for your birthday", I state the obvious, shrugging.

"Good, then", he smirks.  "Um, do you know what it is today?", he asks, shifting on his toes.

"Um, your birthday, no. Wait! No! Chloe's birthday! No! Did I forget it? What a bad friend I am!" I start pulling my hair, but Myles' palms wrap around mine, and soon he stops my actions, soothing me:

"Relax, baby."

Oh, how I love when he calls me baby.

"I can't!", I squeal. "She must be so sad or... OR ANGRY!"

"She isn't", he assures me, shaking my head.

"How do you know that?" I snap my eyes at him.

"Because today isn't her birthday."

"What is it then?" I frown, crossing my arms.

"Valentine's day!", he exclaims, and the enormous bouquet of red roses appears in front of me. "Happy, Valentines day, baby."

"Awww", I coo and gasp. "I mean, ugh, I hate Valentine's D...", he cuts me off by placing a kiss on my lips, and I immediately soften, forgetting everything I intended to say previously. 

He pulls away, but I step forward, pleading for more, and the bouquet brushes his chest, and that is when I get aware that he pulled away, leaving me hungry for more. More of him. I can never get enough of him. Like I once couldn't of my bad boy, now I can't of my good guy. My angel. 

"You don't need that mask of a bad girl who hates everything. Not with me, baby", he smirks, brushing my chin with his index finger and thumb. I smile sheepishly and place the bouquet on the table next to me. We are in our apartment, where I have an art studio, where I do all of my homework for the faculty I've enrolled in three months ago. 

I'm so happy.

Painting in my own place, not caring if someone is going to enter and hurt me. Just waiting for Myles to come home from his culinary school so we can make love and cuddle or watch stars on the roof of the building we live us, while he is placing a soft kiss on my forehead and neck, making sure that the blanket which is wrapped around me is covering me well.

After everything we've been through, we deserved a fucking break, and I hope no one will bother us anymore. 

I know no one will.

They are either dead or in prison for a life sentence.

"I'm not a bad girl anymore", I state more for myself than for him.

"You aren't. But baby you never were a one." He tugs the strand of my hair behind my ear. "You just acted as if you were, but I understood you. I meet the real you. I knew the real you."

He did. He always knew what was that I had been hiding. I could never hide from him.

 "Myles..." I sniffle, and wrap my arms around his neck, tipping on my toes. He lowers his head, and himself in general because I'm much smaller than him. "Thank you. I'm so happy."

"You are?" His eyes flicker, and my finger caresses the perfectly shaped bear he's been rocking lately. I have finally convinced him that he doesn't resemble his brother and that even if he does I'm okay with that.

I've been going to therapy, and slowly, but surely, I think that I'm getting better. My therapist has also said this. 

"I am, baby. I am."

I kiss him softly, and he wraps his arms around my waist, tightly, as if is scared that I will disappear or slip. He turns us to the table, where the bouquet is resting, and my hand accidentally hits it and it falls on the ground. 

"S-sor..."

Myles doesn't let me speak yet he lifts me off the ground and places my butt on the table, spreading my legs so he fits between them.

"It's okay", he whispers, panting,  with a smirk, "I've already planned to make love to you in the petals of roses. Now, it's only easier, and I don't have to peel them myself." He winks, and I crush my lips to him, pulling him closer to me.

We fall on the floor where tons of roses are spread, and I inhale their scent, as I stretch my body, and pull in my stomach while Myles kisses my belly, and pulls down my pants, unbuttoning them. We get lost in each other, all the colors of my beautiful pallet watching us, and I wish my brushes could pain us alone, without my help, how we look incredibly amazing while our bodies are entwined. Two angels, one of them used to be the devil once, and the other one was always the angel and helped the devil find its way back to heaven, where other angels needed to accept her. 

                                                                                       
                        ☆☆☆

"Look, look!" My boyfriend points at the star and I chuckle, pulling away from my gaze from him reluctantly to the dark blue blanket covered with the tiny shiny dots. "This one resembles you."

I cock my eyebrow, "How is that? How can I resemble a star?"

"Because, Stella." He snaps his eyes to me, and even in the darkness I can see his eyes, his face, all of him perfectly, so clearly, so lightly. Because is my angel. Myles was always my angel. "Because you are a star. And you are finally shining brighter than them, just like you wished."

And in that moment I knew I loved this strong ginger angel who carried my burden on his hurt and full-of scars, wounds, and bruises back along with his and never complained. 

"I love you, Myles."

"I love you, too, Stella." 

"Happy Valentine's day, baby."