Dragging a brush through my hair, I stare at my reflection.
My skin has been kissed by the Miami sunshine, and the marks on my throat and breasts remind me of Crane.
There comes three knocks on the door, and I grab my t-shirt and shorts, forgoing underwear.
Crane gazes at me from the doorway, his suitcase and backpack almost as tall as he is.
“Alright, roomie?”
Biting my lip I step back, and he pushes his baggage aside, reaching for me.
“I missed you,” I moan against his lips as he runs his hands down my back and into my shorts.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m here now.”
His mouth meets mine, his hand moving up to cup my face as he kisses me slowly.
“So beautiful, Sierra.”
“Mmm, you’re not bad either.”
“I want to talk to you.” Crane pulls away, leading me to the sofa.
Immediately I panic, visions of him telling me goodbye filling my mind.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” I whisper, my throat thickening with emotion.
I can’t lose him again.
I know that whatever happens, I’ll never love anyone like I love Crane.
Please don’t leave me.
Crane shakes his head no.
“No, Sierra. I told you. It’s me and you.”
I let out a shaky sigh of relief and nod.
“Okay, so what then?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
I tilt my head at him, a smile breaking across my face.
“Uh oh.”
“But I’m feeling kinda lucky. So I’m gonna come out and say it.”
I sit up straighter, my eyes popping out of my head as he inhales, staring at me with his exquisite amber gaze.
“Right…” I whisper, my heart thudding against my chest.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Crane gazes at me, nodding his head as though to enforce his point.
My heart stops. "Crane, we just got back together. Don't you think we should?—"
"Should what? Waste another five years? I know what I want, Sierra. The question is, do you?"
