Don left for Europe. Meryl slowly started picking the pieces up of her life. She finished her movie project. After a month or so she began to start to fully heal, between her and Dons late night phones and her mother and father. Don was her best friend, she'd do anything for him. With each phone call they grew closer. Meryl began to fantasize them together. Not only sexually but as a couple. Meryl often questioned herself. She had lost her fiancé a mere 3 or 4 months ago. She was upset with herself, calling herself names in her head. Meryl was inconsolable at points.  All she wanted was Don. At points she only wanted John.
Meryl was washing dishes when she heard the front door open, she peeked over the island and the biggest smile shes ever had appeared on her face. She dropped the plate and ran and jumped in his arms.
"Don!"
"Mer!"
"Oh I missed you Mer."
"I missed you too."
Don and Meryl were sitting on his bed, cuddling, watching a movie and eating popcorn. Meryl smiled to herself as she rested on his chest. She fit there and she realized she wanted to be here forever. She realized she wanted Don, more than a friend. Meryl didnt know what to think, meanwhile Don was freaking out inside. He had wanted her since they met. He wanted her to set the pace, if she even liked him. Of course he wanted her sexually, but if she told him theyd never have sexual relations, he'd hug and kiss her and tell her as long as we're together. He felt a connection between them. Meryl had just realized in this moment that she felt it. She had never admitted it before, she just admitted it to herself. She wanted Don. Don wanted her. Don looked down at her and smiled and she blushed. Before he even thought, he bent down and kissed her lips. She slipped her tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss. The kiss was hot and sloppy. Don turned Meryl over to her back. They only broke the kiss to breathe.
"Wow." Don moaned.
"Wow is right." Meryl said and turned them around. She ran her hands to the trim at the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off. He stopped her in her tracks.
"Are you sure?" He asked concerned about how she was feeling.
"Of course." She smiled wickedly.