I keep swiping through all the memories until my finger stops on one in particular. This one is from two years ago.
My hand clutches around my phone so hard, I think it’ll make an imprint.
My dads laughter booms through my ears. He’s holding a pizza, making some dumb joke about a mushroom’s favorite pizza being a fungi or something. Dumb joke but next thing I know, tears are dripping onto my screen.
He looks so happy. So full of life. I can hear my own laughter from behind the screen. I sound so…oblivious. Ignorant to grief. I’m jealous of that version of myself but I also feel sorry for him. He has no idea what’s to come.
I stuff my face in my knees as I lean back on the edge of my bed.
I miss him. I miss him so badly that it hurts.
I swipe again and land on a still picture of his arm wrapped around Tobias.
A strong pressure sits on my chest as I stare down at it. Their smiles light up the screen and that’s when another wave hits me. I won’t ever get to see that smile fromeitherof them ever again.
There’s a knock on my door, making my stomach twist. Since Katelyn can’t fly off to London for Thanksgiving this year, she told me she may drop-by but damn. She couldn’t have picked a worse time.
Ripping myself off the floor, I drag my feet to the door.
Whatever, since we’re both stuck here together I guess we can just watch movies together or something.
I swing open the door. “Hey, Kate—”
My eyes go wide as I take in the magnificent sight.
Peering at me through his blonde hair turned brown locks from the rain, standing there in his soaked grey hoodie, making my chest ache.
Tobias.
My breath hitches as I take it all in.
He’s here.
He came here…for me.
“Hey baby,” he flashes me his charming smile. He lifts up a bag in his right hand, revealing he’s carrying a thermal cooler with some irises tucked under the handle. “Happy Thanksgiving.” He shrugs shyly.
I don’t wait another second.
I lunge for him, knocking him backwards as I attach my lips to his.
He wastes no time, gripping my waist, guiding me back into my room.
He closes the door with his foot, the same time as I reach around to lock it, not even breaking apart for a second.
“You’re actually here.” I pant, taking a quick moment to pull his hoodie up and over his head.
He cups my jaw. “Wait…have you been crying?” He asks, slightly pulling back to examine my face.
I bat his hand off and pull my shirt off over my head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.” I tug his waist, guiding him back to the bed. My calves hit the edge, and I fall, frantically undoing my jeans and kicking off my boxers.
His eyes devour me as he sheds his black joggers.
“Come here,” I beg, reaching out. He obliges, climbing over top of me before he can even get his boxers off. He kisses me with the kind of hunger that makes my knees go weak. “Fuck,I missed this."
He tastes so delicious. It’s only been a couple weeks but I yearn for the taste of him.
I widen my legs even further so he can press himself further against me. Brushing his thickness against my hole, I pull on his hair in response, making him suck in a sharp breath.
