Holden moved off me, and I pulled him close, chest to chest, his release sealing us together, our hearts beating against each other, our breaths slowing in tandem. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, and we lay there for long moments, reveling in the feel of each other, touching everywhere.
Finally, Holden raised his head, hair tousled, eyes shining. “I’m about to say something extremely emotional and honest. Don’t hold it against me.”
“You can say anything to me.”
He swallowed hard. “Thank you for loving me when I didn’t.”
I cupped his cheek like I’d done in the pool one warm night long ago, when I promised pain to anyone who’d hurt him. But he’d fought his own battles and come out, bruised and scarred but still fighting.
“Thank you for giving me back to myself,” I said, tears in my own eyes. “And I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“When you left, I thought the loneliness would kill me. But I realized today at the shack that I’d made you lonely too. I made you lonely while we were still together, when my stupid fears and self-doubt kept us in hiding. I’m so sorry for that, Holden. You deserve to be loved out loud.”
His lips trembled, and I kissed him, tasted his tears, and we fell into each other again and for the rest of the night, building a future with every kiss and touch.
The day dawned, and we woke wrapped in each other. Holden was warm in my arms, and I made a new vow that I’d never let anyone take anything from him again.
Epilogue
Holden
One year later
“Don’t peek or I’ll send it back,” I say, leading River out into the scorching summer heat down to the garage of our new house.
We’d closed a month ago on a four-bed, three-bath modest little number (modest by my standards) that had a pool I didn’t want but River insisted on. It was the only thing he’d insisted on, other than we not spend a fortune on it.
“I want a home, not a house,” he’d said.
Couldn’t argue with that.
“You’re peeking, aren’t you?”
River chuckles, one hand over his eyes. “I’m not, promise. I’m actually scared to look.”
We arrive at the garage, and my pulse kicks up a little. “All right, have at it.”
River pulls his hand away and then stares. “Holy shit… That’s a 1967 Pontiac GTO sports coupe,” he says in awe, walking around the rusted red eyesore that is going to be residing in our garage for the next six months. “Only about seven thousand ever made.” He comes around beside me, his smile ridiculously beautiful. “Whose is it? What’s the job?”
“No job. It’s yours.”
His blue eyes widen, and I could cry at how touched he is over this decrepit jalopy.
“Why?”
“What do you mean,why? To make you happy. What other reason could I possibly have to—”
River hauls me to him and presses his mouth to mine in a deep kiss. I sag, falling into him instantly. They used to callmea vampire, but River’s kisses drain me of rational thought and leave me dizzy and weak, the sexy bastard.
“Thank you, Holden. I love it.”
“Then it’s the best piece of junk I ever bought.”
“When I’m done with it, it won’t look like junk.”
No, the faded red paint will be gleaming, and the rusted chrome will shine again.
