“What are you doing here?” he rasps out and grabs my hips.
Leaning my head to the side, I tease him, “This backstage pass was left on my doorstep. I was going to throw it away because who would want to see Leonidas?” The smirk he sends me sparks something inside of me. “But then after some thinking, I decided it was worth the flight.”
“That guy must be super special for you to fly hours to get to him.” He hums and grips my face in both of his large, tattooed hands.
“I love him a lot, I guess, but don’t tell him that … it’s a secret.”
“Your secret is safe with me, but I’m pretty sure he would be a fool if he didn’t love you back.”
“He is a fool for loving me,” I whisper back as his lips come within centimeters of mine.
His dark eyes are hooded with desire as he focuses on my lips. “Then, let us be fools together.”
His soft lips capture my own. His touch is gentle yet firm. The warmth of his chest against mine is something I’ve missed dearly. I wind my hands around his neck as we get lost in one another. Our first kiss was pretty freaking memorable. I still remember the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. I thought nothing would top our first kiss.
His lips move against mine in a passionate kiss that makes my toes curl. Nothing could be better than this.
The entire time he was gone, I could only focus on how I missed him. I never thought how it would feel to be reunited. The passion and love feel ten times stronger as we pour our heart and soul into one another. I feel every deep breath he takes against my chest. The feeling of his hand gripping me is something I’ll never get used to.
I’m not ashamed to say I’m my happiest when I’m with him. But isn’t that what love is? Being completely and utterly lost in someone?
Leonidas’s teeth lightly bite down on my lip when he pulls away. “Thank you for being here.” His voice is a soft whisper.
Leaning my forehead against his, I smile.
After a while of us just standing there and smiling at one another, he pulls me by my hand to a couch. My eyes roam around his dressing room. It’s clean with nothing out of place. The walls are dark with the classic dressing room mirror with big bulbs sticking out. I stop to admire his couch before I sit on it. It’s a dark purple velvet couch. As I cuddle into his side, my fingers skim the soft material.
“You know, when I first got here, I immediately thought about how I wanted to take you here someday,” he explains.
Glancing up through my lashes, I smile fondly up at him. “Yeah?”
“Greece is where my roots are. No, I was not born here, but it feels like home.” He shrugs. “LA isn’t home.”
One thing I still love about Leonidas is his Greek heritage. I love the way his voice has a slight accent when he speaks certain words. I love his olive skin tone and the way it shines.
Resting my legs on either side of him, I straddle him. “Will you take me on a mini tour while I’m here?”
Gripping my thighs, he leans the back of his head on the couch, his eyes still burning into mine. “For you, anything.”
Putting my head on his shoulder, I take in the feeling of him. I try to engrave it in my mind forever. Being in his arms is my favorite place.
“I missed you so much.” He breaks the silence suddenly. His fingers run through my hair as his chest heaves. “I was so miserable without you, and that scares me.”
“What scares you?” I ask because I truly don’t know what he means.
“Everything feels harder when you're not by my side.” His voice comes out rough.
Turning my head, I find his gaze. “I hate not being with you, too, but the good thing about long-distance is that it’s only pushing us closer.”
I’ve had to repeat that to myself several times since he left. The more I chanted that to myself, the more I believed it. He’s a singer—a rock star, for God’s sake. He can’t live in a small town with me.
Leonidas and I don’t have what most couples have at our age. We both struggle with our demons that threaten to haunt us. Leonidas is a singer that the world loves. The only thing I’m famous for is losing a parent by murder in a town full of assholes.
We’re complete opposites, but so similar.
Both once broken but currently healing. Check.
Both addicted to the feeling of pain. Check.
