What makes it better is that the night sky is clear; every star dances across the darkness above me, complete tranquillity.
I sigh with my head tilted upwards, wrapping the covers around me to shield me from the tiny nip of the wind.
Life has gotten a little less heavy.
Saint spent the entire three months after Dad’s death with me, doing everything he could to make me smile, even when I didn’t want to.
But for the last few weeks, he had to leave to help his dad out at his company, and he’s due back next weekend.
It’s my last year at university, and I’ve been playing catch-up whilst dealing with Dad’s death, so that’s kept me busy.
It sounds so needy, but I miss him.
Despite the fact I’ve known him my entire life, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put into words the feelings I have for him now.
The first smile of the day creeps up my face.
We’ve been calling and texting whenever he can, but the time difference gets in the way, and today he’s been busy.
I already want to bombard him with messages, just so I can read his text and imagine the way he says the words.
God, I’m pathetic.
A sick, pathetic fool in love.
A shriek leaves my throat as hands wrap around my eyes, another silencing it with a large, warm palm.
That scent hits me first, and I instantly sag in his hold as he pulls me flush with his front.
Dragging his hand from my mouth, I twist in my spot to look over at Saint. Despite my pulse already shooting up a tempo, the mere sight of him has it ready to time out.
“Hello, darling,” he whispers, leaning down to capture my lips with his.
It’s slow, sensual, and even with the breeze, my body temperature has soared.
I try to pull away but end up speaking against his lips with the firm grip he has on me.
“I thought you weren’t back until Saturday? And how the hell did you get into my ro—”
He silences me again, deepening the kiss as his hands wrap around my jaw, pulling me to him in desperation. His touch makes it feel like an eternity has passed instead of weeks, especially when you’ve been fighting against the inevitable for years.
By the time we break apart, I’m breathless, sucking in the night air to help my failing lungs.
“I missed you,” I quietly admit, a blush reaching my cheeks at me so openly saying it out loud.
I don’t need to be intoxicated to conjure braveness around him anymore. Saint is slowly but surely enticing it out of me on his own.
“Just couldn’t stay away from you a second longer,” he says as his thumbs trace my cheekbones.
I nervously swallow, my eyes tracing every detail of his handsome face.
Seeing it in my dreams is one thing, but having the real deal sets me alight.
I pat the space next to me for him to sit. “Well, you picked a good night to come back. See that orange bulb to the right? That’s Mars.”
He follows my line of sight with my finger, pulling out a cigarette from the packet as he tosses the cardboard behind us.
“Are you serious?” he asks, the corner of his lips tilting as he drags in the smoke.
