There was no time to embrace the intimacy of that admission
As the arrival of two steaming mugs of tea and two bacon and egg rolls shattered the intensity of the moment.
“Here we are, lads, you won’t find a better eggy-bacon bap this side of Chiswick.”The Grant Mitchell lookalike said, placing plates on the table with a wink.
“Wow, who can argue with that?”I said, reaching for the ketchup.
Robbie just threw his head back and laughed, then tucked into his food.
We walked back to thestation slowly, neither of us wanting to acknowledge the ticking clock.Robbie kept brushing his hand against mine, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold it yet.
When the announcement for his train echoed overhead, he sighed.
“I don’t want to go,” he breathed.
“I don’t want you to go either.”
He looked down at me, eyes full of something hopeful and terrifying.“Will I see you again?”
I cupped his cheek, thumb brushing the faint stubble there.“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
His breath hitched.“Good.”
The train doors beeped.He stepped inside, turned back, and gave me a smile that felt like a promise.
As the train pulled away, I realised something with startling clarity:
I wanted more.
More mornings.
More laughter.
More Robbie.
And for the first time in a long time, “more” didn’t scare me.
It felt like paradise.
ROBBIE
Ihad such an amazingnight, followed by a fantastic morning and afternoon with an amazingly sensuous and profoundly sexy man, whose company made me hope and dream of wondrous things.
Wondrous things?
Seriously?
Ashton made me feel and think things that I never imagined.
I wouldn’t be surprised if at any moment now I started spewing out poetry.Or bursting into song like some Disney princess.
But as the train sped closer to home, the more the reality of my life over-rode my joy.
Today was Sunday, and that meant dinner with my mum and Dave.
Settling into my seat, I watched the countryside rush past the window, images and shapes blurred.
Much like my view on life.
