Forrest

Chapter 6 When it Rains, it Pours

MEGAN

I feel like a dumb.

WHAT WAS I thinking? Perhaps, I wasn’t thinking at all. I knew him of being distant, cynical, and cautious, and I was thankful he even joined me for breakfast. The way he looked at me, he probably had a lot of questions he wanted to pop, but he chose to keep them all to himself.

Forrest didn’t only intrigue me, but his stares, his charisma, his aura told me something that I could trust him, that we somehow understood each other, and that he could keep me safe, but safe from what? From whom? When I should be worried about myself, the way how I acted lately—these whole fiascoes I’d created in the first place.

I looked down at the left side of my abdomen again as Milo rubbed the topical anesthesia. I can do it. There was no turning back, I would get this tattoo no matter what.

I lied down and bit my lip, preparing myself for the pain. I hated needle, but this was one way of facing one of my own fears.

“Relax. This won’t hurt much,” Milo said.

“You’re a terrible liar,” I replied nervously.

He chuckled. “This won’t take long. And I know you’d love it.”

“Just do it.” Then the soft buzzed followed. I jerked at the first hit of the needle into my skin. For a fraction of moments, I felt I just freed from my cage—I felt wild. It still hurt though, but it wasn’t closer to the pain I inflicted. I closed my eyes as they stung with unshed tears.

“He’s a good guy, you know.”

My eyes flew open to his words. “Who are you talking about?”

“Forrest. He may not talk too much, but trust me, he has a huge heart.”

“How do you know him?”

“His Uncle Alan took me in, taught me how to tattoo when he found out I know how to draw.”

“I see.”

“Forrest is a man of a few words. The type of person who acts than talk. He’s a little rough around the edges, but the best guy I’ve ever known.”

“I started to get that. It was my first time to share a meal with him though. We met a few times on weekends with our friends, but we never talked. You should have seen his reaction at the diner.”

He laughed. “Oh, I can imagine, Megan.”

“Sometimes he scared me, intimidated me, and intrigued me at the same time. For a long time, I wanted to know him better. I just don’t have a gut. I feel like something is holding us back.”

“He doesn’t share too much. Just don’t push him. Let him open up when he feels like to open-up, but believe me, I trust him with all my life.”

I wished I could trust him too, but I doubted if he would trust me in return.

“Milo?” I froze at Forrest’s deep voice behind the door followed by a soft knock.

“I have a customer.”

“Is Megan with you?” I bit my lip harder as he mentioned my name. It was like warm honey pouring down my skin, running down my abdomen, sipping through my thighs—not now. I shook away those naughty thoughts.

“You’re disturbing us, man. We’re busy.” I could feel the amusement in Milo’s voice.

“Just fucking answer me.” His angry voice wracked me. “Is she in there?”

“Oh, shit! He’s pissed. That’s his different variations of fuck off.” Milo laughed softly. “Come in, man, but you might not gonna like what you—”

The door swung open and hit the wall, making me startled. I couldn’t find a word to say. It just, my heart was in galloped. My skin tingled everywhere. I liked and hated this feeling at the same time. His presence made the room smaller for the three of us.

Forrest around, my insecurities got over me, and

say he’s the ambassador of goodwill.”

Forrest was throwing to me. So I answered nonchalantly, “Maybe the anesthesia is wearing off.”

and I’ll be done before you even realized.”

The chair screeched in front of me. And I didn’t have to open my eyes

you left,” he stated, almost a

too.” I

Alan. Why do you wanna get

I found him staring at me, and I couldn’t just look away. It felt like he was pulling me into his world the longer I stare at him. Instead of getting scared,

He blinked instead of answering and looked at Milo.

should go over my fear. I’m

now?”

is the

of his tattoos,

more likely groaned, cutting

eyes. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

broad chest, throwing Milo a chilly stare. I wondered what was on his mind right now. I wished I was like

“Shouldn’t you be at work?”

question had my gut

Milo asked.

“A little privacy, Milo.”

“Sorry, man,” Milo muttered.

of an ass. He misread me and thought I wanted to bang with anyone has a

when Milo laughed.

rolled my eyes. My smile was self-deprecating. “Why? Doesn’t everyone look at

at me with a glare. “For god’s sake,

“Don’t pretend you don’t know me,

he bellowed.

Milo interjected. “I need to concentrate. Her tat has tiny details, and I can’t do that of you are snarling over there.”

room, leaving only a loud

“Damn, that was cold.”

won’t talk to me

hard on yourself. He’ll get over it and apologize. Just have

it done?”

to keep it clean and dry. I will give you an antibacterial cream. And don’t scratch it, okay?”

“Thanks.”

“Can I ask you

up from the bed and fixed my shirt.

the date on your tat.”

“Don’t be

you, Megan.” He extended his hand for a handshake.

and smiled. “Me, too, Milo.”

to your car.” He led me the way outside the shop toward where I parked my car. “You have my number. If you feel to get another tat, just give me

left, disappointment swept over me. I checked

had turned to a complete black and

***

could still be awake at this time, but not me. I’d nowhere to go, no one to talk to, so I decided to sleep

dragged my sleepy ass toward the door when the doorbell

the moment I

could offer. I opened the top box and picked

placed the boxes on the coffee table, but I was still alone. When I turned around

a vampire that needs an invitation before you can enter my house, are you? And I am certainly not a witch, Forrest.” I gestured

about.” Of course, you don’t, you gorgy! He sauntered inside, wandered his magnificent eyes around.

look like this. Have a seat. Let me get us something to drink.” I strode toward the kitchen and grabbed two soda

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