His eyes aren’t even open before he feels the rush of adrenaline through his body as he remembers she’s there.
Finally, after so many months. After he was sure they’d seen the end of the blissful chaos that was purely them, he’s again immersed in it. And so deeply now, it’s as if it is the first time it’s been affirmed and reaffirmed to him that they belong together. How much more does she need, he wonders as he opens his eyes and doesn’t fight the smile that spreads across his face. Good Lord, how is it possible that he’s right back here, fighting for this moment to stay once again? Her blonde mess splayed along his sheets so delicately. He moves one strand blocking his view of her cheek and moves in to kiss the skin underneath. She hums, her eyes fluttering under her lids.
He almost shudders as he considers what’s next. Will she come back? He’s not sure he can stand to lose her now. Not again. Not after last night. Not after decades of feeling like this.
He tickles his fingertip along her pinky finger peeking out beneath her cheek. A slow small smile forms on her face and his bedroom is lit with it.
His nerves are fuel for his words. This needs to be done. It’s not the time for holding back.
“Gillian, you belong here,” he whispers, his soft breath blowing stray strands of her hair. Her eyes open and meet his and his world stops as he waits for her response. “I hope you realize that. I want you here with me.”