How does the story end?
Will I ever know?
I hope she knows that I care about her so.
I want her to stay, and I hope she does.
Until the end of time.
The end of time.
The end. Of. Time.
I will wait for you,
Till the end of time.
He strums the song’s ending, and I can’t help the tears that form in my eyes. I sniff, and Colt turns to look at me.
I’m overly emotional.
How can I go back to London after that?
I had an inkling that maybe he had his heart broken before me, and that’s why he’s so closed off.But this?This is a light bulb moment for me.
It has nothing to do with him not wanting me and everything to do with him not wanting to end up broken again.
Tightening my arms around his, I hold on to him, closing my eyes as the tears steadily fall.
“Dee, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says, placing his guitar on the bed and turning in my grip to face me.
I wipe my eyes. “I’m not upset, Colt. These are tears of joy. That was beautiful. I can’t believe you wrote that about me.”
He takes both my hands in his. “And I meant every word of it, Dee. I don’t want you to leave me, baby. I know I’m not the easiest man to have a relationship with. My past, in so many ways, has fucked up the way I think and feel. It defined me. Macy fucked everything up. She fuckedmeup. I was so sure that I’d never feel for another woman the way I felt about her. It’s why I avoid the ‘relationship thing’ because I can’t allow myself to fall for someone like I fell for her just so that person will rip my heart out and stomp it again,” he says, caressing my cheek.
“So that’s it then, you’ll never open yourself up to another person?” I ask, all my ecstatically happy emotions suddenly draining away, and a somber pain like nothing I have ever felt creeps into my chest.
He shakes his head emphatically. “No, that’s not what I’m trying to say, Dee. What I amtryingto say is that somehow, you’ve worked your way in, and I know I’m falling for you, but the thought terrifies me. And you saying you might leave to go back to London has brought back memories of Macy and how I fell for her, and how she left me. I won’t handle it if you leave me, Dee. Please don’t leave me…”
Tears fall freely down my cheeks, and he wipes them away as I lean into him and hold him tightly. “I’ll never leave you, Colt. Not untilthe end of time,” I sing-song, making him chuckle.
“So…” he wipes fresh tears from my cheeks, “… you like it then? The song?”
“I’m in love with it, Colt. And… I’min lovewith you.” I decide to say it, even though it may just scare him off. I bite my bottom lip, but he scrunches his eyes shut.
Instant, crippling fear flows through me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I was ju—”
His lips crash into mine mid-sentence, and his hands fist my hair in a vice grip as he pushes me down on the mattress. With his elbows on either side of my head, his body pins me to the bed while I claw at his back, needing him closer. His tongue collides with mine, and he takes control of me passionately.
Lying my arms back, I watch the heat in his gaze, then his hands find my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head in the way I love.
“And now I’m going to make normal love, to my normal…” he pauses and swallows hard like it’s difficult for him to say.
I look into his eyes and smile, trying to reassure him of my love.
“I’m gonna make normal love… to my normal… girlfriend,” he says, letting out a long, slow breath and swallowing hard.
Oh. My. God! Did he call me his girlfriend?
