Chapter 205
**Logan**
I have never been so nervous in my life to ask such a simple question. I wasn't scared when I asked Stephanie. In actual fact, I didn’t really ask her. We just decided that we should get married.
When Megan walked into the dance hall, I nearly stopped breathing. I was standing talking to the history teacher when she walked in. The history teacher was the one that noticed them. Mostly because of Courtney’s dress. She wasted no time in mentioning how revealing it was. I was too busy looking at Megan to see Courtney. I knew it was Megan straight away by her hair. Carl had told me how he had done her hair, so I knew what to look for if I wanted to find her.
The dress she’s wearing is stunning on her. I’m actually proud of her for wearing such a revealing dress. She’s usually so self-conscious about her scars, the ones on her back and legs.
They all looked great tonight, I had decided then and there I would try and stay away from her. I knew that if she saw me, I’d want to go to her. That I’d want to take her in my arms and not let go. The mask helped a little bit. When students did realise who I was, they just looked at me.
Carl couldn’t bear having a mask on and took his off half an hour in. I think it nearly triggered a panic attack in him. I ended up taking it off him in the end and told him to go get some air.
I had told Carl what I wanted to do tonight, and he was a man on a mission after that. I was initially going to take her home and ask her, but he said it would be better here because it would make her prom extra special. I didn’t quite understand that. He told me his sisters loved their prom and that it was the best night ever and that it was unfair for Megan not to experience dancing with me at her prom. He said that would be a better time to do it. He said it would be romantic.
“What?” she asks and steps away from me. Not the reaction I expected or wanted. I glance at Carl and the others to see them all watching. If she says no I think I might die.
“Will you marry me?” I ask slowly, as I did say it pretty fast the first time around. She frowns and then moves out of my grasp. Ok, this isn’t going well. I blame Carl. She closes her eyes and moves her hand up to her mouth before looking at me again.
“Are you asking me because I’m pregnant?” she asks. It’s my turn to frown this time.
“No, I wouldn’t do that,”
“Oh my god,” she says, and she looks like she doesn’t believe me, and she wants to run.
“You can ask David and Carl, they were with me when I picked out the ring in England, before we went to Paris,” I clarify so she knows I wasn’t high either when I came to a decision.
“You have a ring,” she says, and she looks like she’s in more shock.
How is this going so wrong?
She looks towards David and Lorraine, then back at me. I hadn’t even noticed them come in. I’m not even sure what Lorraine is doing here unless Carl told them. Lorraine loves things like this.
“I swear it’s not because you’re pregnant,” I say to her. She looks at me, and I can see the tears in her eyes. She steps towards me a little bit. I can understand why she would think it, and I get her reaction if that was the case, but it isn’t.
Taking the small turquoise green box out of my trouser pocket, I get down on one knee. She looks down at me, and I feel the nerves again only this time I feel like I might actually get an answer.
“Wait,” she says and takes her mask off. “Ok,” she looks like she’s trying her best not to cry.
“I’ll ask one more time,” I say to her, and she smiles a little. “Megan, will you marry me?”
She nods and wipes the tear that’s fallen.
“Yes,”
I sigh in relief before pulling her towards me and lifting her up as I stand. She kisses me on the lips and slides down to her feet. I smile as her friends cheer for us. I’d asked Brett for his blessing just because it felt like the right thing to do. Her friends, on the other hand, I hadn’t. They were the ones willing to clean up after prom, so I think they’ve given me their blessing.
Megan pulls away from kissing me, I look down at her and hold the ring between us. I don’t even think she looked at it.
“If you don't like it we can change it,” I say quietly to her.
“It’s massive,” she says.
“There were bigger ones in the store, do you want me to get it changed?”
“No, it’s perfect,” she says. I take her hand in mine and slowly push it onto her finger. I’d measured her finger while she was asleep when we got back to America. I’m glad she likes the ring as I had it made. “I love you,” she says once the ring is on. I look at her.
“I love you too,” I press my lips to her again and pull her close. Now all I want to do is take her home and see if she was telling the truth earlier, but I know we can’t.
Her friends come over and pull her away from me. Carl stands next to me and watches with me as they all want to see her ring. Megan glances at me and gives me a small smile.
“That was suspenseful, I was sure she was going to run away,” he states.
“Me too,” I say and look at him. “If she had, I would blame you,” I tell him. He looks at me in shock. “I was planning to do it with just us,” I say. “She hates been the centre of attention like that,”
“Holy shit, it’s a Tiffany ring,” Courtney says loudly and then looks at me. “Can I have one?” she asks. I shake my head and look at Carl.
“Do you think she likes it?” I ask him. “She said she did, but I don’t think she looked at it,” I say to him.
“Is that not a good thing? She’s not said yes to the ring,” he states. “Plus she’s not a material person, you could have proposed with a candy ring, and she would have said yes,” he states. Stop worrying, you’ve asked, and she said yes,”
“Yeah, she has,” I say with a small smile.
I can’t help but have these insecurities after everything that has happened. I’m not perfect. There are times I’m laid in bed with her; I question why she’s with me after everything we have been through. She could be with someone perfect for her, who is more reliable than me. The way she looks at me takes my breath away. I’ve never had anyone look at me like I’m everything to them. My own dog doesn’t even look at me like he needs me.
“Are we going?” she asks me. I nod and pull her close to me.
“If you want,”
“Do you still want me to keep the mask?” she asks me as her lips graze against mine. I tilt my head in thought. “Because I thought I’d only wear the mask to bed tonight,”
“Yes, 100% yes,” I say, and she laughs.
“And my shoes and ring,” she says as an afterthought, and I grin.
“Even better,” I say before kissing her and pressing her body to mine. Just the imagery has made me hard. She’s honestly perfect.
“If you’re not going to include me in this scenario, don’t say it in front of me,” Carl states. I’d forgotten he was even here. Megan pulls away with a giggle.
“I’m sorry, I don’t share,” she says to him as she wraps her arms around my neck. “He’s mine,” she says, looking at me. I smirk and kiss her again.
“Yes, I am,” I agree as we kiss.
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