Forrest

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.

of myself being half-naked, but with Forrest around, my insecurities got over me, and all I wanted was

Believe when I say he’s the

eyes closed, I could feel the burning stare Forrest was throwing to me. So I answered

me a few minutes, and I’ll be done before

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

you left,” he stated,

too.” I

do you

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, it was weird that I liked it and wanted more. “I like the design you

blinked instead of answering and looked at Milo.

feel like I should go over my fear. I’m scared of

now?”

“I thought Milo is the

chuckled. “I did most of his tattoos, especially the one—”

more likely groaned, cutting off Milo.

“I’m good at keeping

his strong tattooed arms over his broad chest, throwing Milo a chilly stare. I wondered what was on his mind right now. I wished I was like my mom who could read people’s behavior and emotions. I wanted

“Shouldn’t you be

His question had my gut

Milo asked.

privacy,

“Sorry, man,” Milo

ex-boss was a shameless piece of an ass. He misread me and thought I wanted

when Milo

self-deprecating. “Why? Doesn’t everyone look at

me with a glare. “For god’s sake,

know me, Forrest. You probably

“Thought what?” he bellowed.

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

of the room, leaving only a loud

that was cold.”

“We won’t talk to

respect over women, Megan. Don’t be too hard on yourself. He’ll get over it

“Is it done?”

put a clean bandage. You just have to keep it clean and dry. I will give you an antibacterial cream.

“Thanks.”

ask you something?”

“If it’s about Forrest. Don’t bother.” I stood up from the bed and fixed

the date

“Don’t be nosy.”

to meet you, Megan.” He extended his

and smiled. “Me, too, Milo.”

I parked my car. “You have my number. If you

disappointment swept over me. I checked my

turned to a complete black and white.

***

busy with their family. Well, normal people could still be awake at this time, but not me. I’d nowhere to

ass toward the door when the doorbell rang again. “Jeez! Just a minute!”

the window the moment I saw who had the gut to be on my

boxes of pizza before he could offer. I opened the top box and picked a slice. “My favorite. Thanks.” I took a huge bite and walked

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

you can enter my house, are you? And I am certainly not a witch, Forrest.” I gestured my hand.

course, you don’t, you gorgy! He sauntered inside,

something that meets your taste? I am sure your apartment doesn’t look like this. Have a seat. Let me get us something to drink.” I strode toward the kitchen and grabbed two soda from