I cover his body with mine and kiss him deeply, feeling his own need hard up against my own. I groan as his hand grips our cocks together. We might be late for brunch.
We stand looking down at the same valley we did last week, except this time I’m not thinking about the past and what I could’ve been. My thoughts are on the future.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say in my very unoriginal opener.
“Oh.” Holden’s voice is flat. “Is this something for me to worry about?”
“No, baby.” I try to reassure him, but his look tells me he doesn’t believe me so I take a deep breath. “I have to go back to the UK.”
I feel his body stiffen, so I add quickly, “Not for long, but there are some things I need to sort out. Meetings with clients. I need to discuss things with Nolan.”
“I k-knew this day would come.” Holden sighs, his shoulders deflating. “That this would be too g-good to last.”
“Baby, I’m coming back.”
“W-when?”
“A couple of weeks or so.” I haven’t worked it out fully yet. Holden shrugs, and his sense of defeat cuts deeply into me.
“It’s alright, I understand. You have your life back there and mine is here.” His words pour salt into the cuts.
“No, that’s just it. I don’t want that to be the case. I want our lives to be together. I don’t want a long-distance relationship. I’ve waited too long for this and I don’t want to waste any more time. So I’m moving back here.”
His eyes darken with confusion, which is attractive but I need to not be distracted as I still have a lot to tell him.
“B-but what about work? You run a business, Reece.”
“Yes, but I also have a partner in that business, which helps. I can do a lot of things remotely, and I’m not saying I won’t have to go back occasionally, but they’ll just be business trips. And ifit doesn’t work, then Nolan might buy my half of the business, or Hartley. He’s showing promise, and in a couple of years he might be interested in buying into it. I’m an engineer with fifteen years of experience in project management. If I need to find a job here, I’m sure I can.”
He starts worrying at his bottom lip, so I know he’s taking on board what I say and is thinking about it.
“B-but you’ve spent years building up your business,” he blurts out.
“Yes, but my happiness is more important than that. You are more important.”
“You’d move back here for m-me?” His voice is a hoarse whisper and I see his throat bob. I catch hold of his arms and pull him into an embrace.
“I’d move heaven and hell to be with you, baby.”
“You hate small towns,” he croaks, and I see his eyes fill with tears.
“I love you more. And whatever state you choose to have your next store in, I’ll be right there with you.”
“S-so I’m stuck with you?” His attempt at sass while almost crying is one of the many reasons I love him.
“Like glue, baby.”
“Good.” He buries his head into my chest and whispers, “Thank you.”
I settle into my seat and wait for everyone to board so we can take off. I always hate this part. I don’t mind it once we’re in the air, I usually use the time to work or read, or catch up on some sleep, but this in-between time annoys me. I close my eyes and think of Holden. I hated leaving him this morning, but I know it won’t be for long, and that we’ll call each other and text. I take out my phone, I have just enough time to send one before we depart.
Hey baby, missing you, just about to leave, will msg when we touch down.
It only takes a few seconds before he sends one back.
Hope you have a safe flight. I’m missing you but my ass is glad of the rest.
Oh god, his talk and even a mention of his ass is not helping.
