I open my mouth to say something in return, then all the words fly out of my mind as he drops to his knees.
Fuckinghell.
All I can hear is the sound of my breathing, all I can feel is the heat of his mouth. It’s been ten months since I’ve been with anyone, but even before the crash, Travis always had a way of dragging me to the edge embarrassingly fast. I tangle my fingers in his hair, gripping hard enough to hurt a little, because I knowhe likes that. Sure enough, he groans when I do it, and I can see his arm moving. He’s touching himself while he moves his mouth over me, andyes, the knowledge of that is just enough to do it. My vision goes white at the edges, and I make a strangled noise as rings of pleasure burst through my frame.
Things are still hazy when I drop to my knees in front of him and push his hand away. He drops his forehead onto my shoulder and clutches my shirt as I touch him. I forgot how quiet he gets before he comes, and how fucking sexy it is when he finally makes this soft, desperate sound.
Then we’re both just kneeling there, wrapped up in each other, letting our breathing settle. Impulsively, I pull him closer to me, and when his arms wrap around me, it somehow feels even more intimate than when his mouth was on me. I hug him hard enough to bruise, trying to get as close to him as physically possible. I feel sort of wobbly again, like I might fall apart.
Maybe he realizes it, because he leans back to look at my face.
“I really missed you,” I mumble. It’s hard to meet his eye again.
He drops his forehead against mine. “Missed you, too.”
We stay like that for a few moments longer, then he gives a reluctant sigh. “I think it’s been more than five minutes.”
“Yeah.” I pull back and quickly swipe the hem of my shirt against my cheeks. When I glance up again, he’s looking at me so fondly, my cheeks go hot. I clear my throat. “Are you headed back to London tonight?”
He nods. “In a few hours, yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” I glance at my phone. “Like now, actually.”
Travis hands me some tissue and a bottle of water, and I stand up to clean myself off. “Where are you staying in London?”
“I moved in with my friend Kelsie, in Hackney. She was my girlfriend in high school. We’re just friends now,” I add hastily.
“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?”
I get this weird feeling when he says it, sort of like I’ve been running outside on a hot day and have finally taken a sip of cold water. Or like I’ve been carrying something heavy and finally put it down. I let out a long, deep breath.
“Yeah,” I say. “I really do.”
“Meet me there later?”
I grin. “Sounds great.”
He takes out his phone. He has a new iPhone, I notice, and a fancy black leather case with his racing number on it. “What’s your number?”
My grin fades. He knows my old number isn’t mine anymore. That must mean he tried to text me after I changed my number in Albuquerque. God, I am a fucking idiot.
I fumble to get my phone. “I just got a new London number,” I say. “I don’t know it off the top of my head yet.”
He waits patiently while I find it and then taps it into his phone. He types something, and a moment later, my phone dings. He’s sent me a smiley face. Not a smiling emoji, like most people would do, but a smile made of a colon, dash, and parenthesis—:-)—like we’ve traveled back in time to when people used flip phones. I smile at it foolishly.
“I’ll see you later,” he says.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sounds good.”
We grin at each other like total idiots for a few more seconds, then he closes the distance between us and kisses me again, deepand warm. After a moment, he drags himself away. The moment the door clicks shut behind him, I collapse onto the bench and grin at the ceiling, fighting the urge to laugh hysterically. If anyone walks in right now, they’ll think I’m nuts.
But I don’t care.
I’m back together withTravis.
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