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~ LOS ANGELES, CA. DECEMBER 2009
LAX was loud and chaotic—exactly what you would expect to see around the holidays. An amalgam of manufactured merriness, and disoriented, miserable travellers filling the endless space.
The gate was packed, every seat occupied. Consequently, you found yourself sitting on the floor against a wall—scrolling mindlessly through facebook until you see it. Your cousin, Maria, posing with a big, bright, shiny diamond on her ring finger, and a beaming smile, accompanied by her new fiance hugging her from behind in some field during sunset. The caption, “I feel so blessed! I love you so much, baby. Forever and always.” You cringe at the post, but are perhaps more disturbed by the fact that she’ll be rubbing her betrothal in your face for the entirety of your visit back home.
You imagine her spurious self-effacing tone, “Ooo look at me with my perfect ring, and my perfect fiance, and my perfect fucking life, blah, blah, blah. I just couldn’t wait to tell you how great everything is going for me, Oh and how have you been by the way? It’s a shame your boyfriend couldn’t come, how’s work going? And you—” You mused to yourself before an announcement interrupted your train of thought.
“Ladies and gentlemen boarding flight A125 to Austin, Texas. Due to unforeseen circumstances we will not have a seat for everyone on this flight. Two people willing to give up their seats will be booked on a flight leaving tomorrow and will additionally receive a $500 voucher along with a hotel for tonight. Those who are interested please approach the desk. Apologies for the inconvenience.”
You lurched at the opportunity, this was anything but an inconvenience. This was a way out—well for a few hours at least. In quick strides you make your way up to the desk to inform the attendant of your avid willfulness.
As you get closer, you notice somebody already inquiring—it would be hard to not notice him—he stands there tall, shoulders broad, and head full of wavy brown hair. He’s dressed in blue jeans, a red flannel, and brown leather boots. You don’t even have to guess, you can just tell he’s Texan, born and bred.
You quicken your pace and arrive in front of a free attendant, landing right next to the man. “Hi—uh, I just heard the announcement and I’m willing to give up my seat!” You say, almost too eagerly and high-pitched.
“Perfect, ma’am. I would be pleased to help you with that. If I could just see your passport and ticket please.” She responds in a warm, customer friendly voice.
You reach into your purse for your passport and ticket and hand it to her, smiling.
She replies with a gratuitous hum and begins typing. You anxiously begin tapping your fingers against the counter. You know that you have to face your family eventually and tell them everything, but you were always good at putting things off. A few more hours of peace wouldn’t hurt anyone. You take a deep breath in and inhale the scent of cedar, tobacco, and musk. The fragrance lingers and you follow its trail up to the man standing beside you.
Your breath catches, his profile was strong, nose well defined, and jaw sharp. He was beautiful. Handsome in a rough, rugged way. His biceps looked like they were going to burst out of his sleeves, he had a kind of build that you don’t get from just working out at the gym. Only years of real, tough labour could bless a man with arms like that. You wonder how it would feel to have those arms wrapped around your—
“Here you go, apologies again for the inconvenience.” The attendants say simultaneously as you’re both handed your packages.
“Your new flight will be tomorrow at 9 AM, and we’ve covered a stay at the Hilton for tonight.” She says to you.
“Thank you so much, ma’am.” You reply curtly.
You hear the man beside you thank his attendant as well. His voice was just as handsome as his face. Deep, smooth as honey, with a slight southern drawl. You allow yourself one more look at the handsome stranger, justifying it by the fact that you may never see him again.
But as you turn your head to look up at him, you find he’s already looking down at you. His big brown eyes staring into yours, it feels like one of those cliche moments in cheesy rom coms, when time slows down and a soft piano ballad starts playing. You don’t know how many seconds have passed of just staring at each other, but you think it may be bordering on weird, so you begin to turn away. Except, before you do, you hear him.
“Hey.” He says simply, an innocuous smile on his face.
“Hi!” You can’t help but reply sweetly.
“Do you uh—wanna maybe share a shuttle to the hotel?” He asks.
You nod before you can even think about it, “I would love to.”
“Great.” He replies, this time with a real smile, showing off his perfect teeth and dimples.
You two begin walking away from the gate, toward the pick up spot. A mutual silence lasts for the walk. When you exit the airport and reenter the LA warmth to wait for the shuttle, he turns to you again.
“I’m Joel.” He says, breaking the silence as he holds out his hand.
You accept it and introduce yourself. His fingers were rough and calloused, but the handshake was unexpectedly gentle.
He reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out a pack of Marlboros and a lighter. He takes a cigarette out and holds out the open carton to you, offering you one. You shake your head politely and watch as he situates the filter between his lips and lights the end. He inhales deep, and uses his index and middle finger to drag it out of his mouth. A cloud of smoke billowing around him.
You admire the steadiness that seems to radiate off of him. You would be lying if you said you weren’t distracted by the way his big, big fingers held the cigarette so delicately, how someone so rugged could possess such softness.
“So…why’d you give up your seat?” You ask him in earnest.
He lets out another cloud of smoke and then replies, “Not in that much of a rush to get back home, ‘f I’m bein’ honest.” He turns to you now, and counters, “You?”
You blink twice and look down at the pavement before composing an answer, “Same here. I’m kinda dreading seeing my family again.”
You lift your head up and turn toward him, waiting for a response, but you’re not met with any follow-ups, just a curious face.
You take it as a cue to elaborate further, so you do. “It’s just that I uh—well my life has been a mess lately to be completely honest. I got laid off two weeks ago and apparently nowhere in LA wants to hire me. My boyfriend just cheated on me with his assistant, so that’s four years of my life wasted. Plus, I was kinda living in his condo, but I obviously can’t do that anymore, so I’ve just been couch surfing for the past few days. And now, I have to go back home to see my family and tell them all that they were right about everything, that moving out here was a mistake. How I should’ve stayed in that dying town and settled down like my cousin. My perfect fucking cousin, who just got engaged by the way. And I can’t even say anything bad about her, the rock is huge, her fiance is stupidly handsome, and she works as a preschool teacher during the week and volunteers for soup kitchens on the weekend. Picture. Fucking. Perfect.” You don’t realize how long you’ve been talking, you don’t even remember half of the things that you said, all you know is that you said too much.
Joel looks at you, bewildered. Your rant must’ve lasted long enough for him to finish his smoke because what’s left of it is now crushed under his boot.
“I’m sorry—” You start.
“Don’t apologize, darlin’. I get it, my life’s fucked too. Hell, my younger brother’s got his shit figured out and I’m in my 40’s with nothin’ t’show for it.” He says, eyes not quite meeting yours.
“I work with my brother, we do contracting, and I came out all this way to meet with a potential client. But I screwed up, it was a shit ton’a money too. I jus’ know that Tommy’s gonna be real fuckin’ disappointed in me.” He shares, looking into your eyes now, squinting to keep the sun out.
You assume that Tommy is his brother, something about this scanty detail of his life thrills you, as pathetic as it sounds. The only thought you can conjure is that you want to know more, you want him to tell you about his work, what he likes and dislikes, all of his complaints, his family, his favourite book, his love life. Everything.
But, you obviously can’t tell him that so you just laugh and say, “Well, guess we’re both fucked up.”
“‘S good to know you’re not alone.” He says in a comforting voice.
“Yeah.” You reply softly.
“But you still have time, how old are ya? 20-somethin'?” He says, maybe in an attempt to offer some solace—or possibly to ensure that his attraction to you is acceptable.
“I’m 24,” you reply.
He nods, “Ah, still young. Got plenty’a time, darlin’.”
You nearly melt at the pet name before you find your voice, “You’re not that old either, Joel. And you’ve probably got more of your shit figured out than I do. Probably have a wife waiting for you back home.” You reply, throwing out the latter accusation praying to god isn’t true.
He tilts his head as he maintains eye contact. “No wife waiting for me back home.” He confirms with an impish stare and the corners of his mouth quirked up.
Before you get the chance to respond, he tears his gaze from you, looking over your head at the approaching shuttle. It parks at the curb right in front of you.
“C’mon,” Joel says as he grabs your bags to put in the back. You reach out, insinuating that you can carry your own bags, but he just shakes his head and waves you off.
~
The ride to the hotel was quiet. You two were the only ones in the shuttle—save for the driver, of course, who looked in his rear view flitting his eyes between you and Joel.
“You two are a cute couple.” He says innocently, “Reminds me of me and my wife when we were younger, just so in love.” He says, voice full of nostalgia, his mind likely wandering to reminisce.
“Oh we’re not—” you start.
“Thank you, sir. I’m a lucky guy.” Joel interrupts calmly, but you read the teasing undertones.
You look at him with raised eyebrows and a tilted head, a “what are you doing?” type of look. He just shrugs.
“He’s sweet, don’t wanna ruin his evening.” Joel whispers under his breath.
You turn away to hide the fact that you’re blushing like a school girl.
Before you know it you’ve arrived at the hotel. Joel tips the driver and retrieves your bags. You both walk through the entrance and up to the front desk. You’re greeted by an older woman.
“Good evening, how can I help you guys today?” She says sweetly.
Joel explains that the airline should’ve booked your rooms. You and Joel hand her your respective booking confirmations that you received at the airport.
“Alright let me take a look at these for you.” She says as she puts her reading glasses on and starts typing.
It takes a little longer than you expect for her to find your bookings. The two of you stand there in silence until she looks up at you two with an apologetic face.
“I’m so sorry, it appears that there’s a mix up with the booking. Because of the holidays we’ve been overwhelmed and our system must have glitched when the airline was booking your stays. We are more than happy to offer you two a stay here, but we only have one room available.”
You think that this must be some reward from the universe, some consolation prize. Sharing a hotel room with a sexy stranger you just met. This is the shit that only happens in books. But, you’re not sure how Joel feels about it. You look up to gauge his reaction, only to be met with a sly smirk.
“I’m fine with it if you are, hun.” He says in a softer voice.
You nod absentmindedly. “I’m okay with it.”
“Perfect!” The lady says, bringing your attention back to her. “It’s one king bed, and a pull out couch. Room 1505, elevators are just down the hall, Enjoy your stay!”
~
As you enter the elevator, the gravity of the situation finally dawns on you. You are staying in a room, alone, with a stranger that you’ve known for less than two hours. Although, the fact that he’s extremely hot may be clouding your vision because your excitement heavily outweighs your worry.
Nonetheless, Joel must sense your newfound uneasiness when he says, “Hey, I can take the couch. Promise I’m not a creep.”
“I feel like that’s something a creep would say.” You joke.
“Fair ‘nough.” He responds, looking down, shaking his head with a smile. “No, but seriously if you’re uncomfortable, I can find somewhere else to stay, sweetheart.”
“Darlin’”, “Hun”, “sweetheart,” you find the ease of these pet names disarming, and you take a mental note of all of them.
“No, it’s fine Joel, really. I trust you.” You say honestly.
He looks at you, cocks his head to the side and says, “Alright,” as the elevator doors open.
~
The hotel room is nice; a balcony, an ocean view, a king bed in the middle with white cotton sheets and four big fluffy pillows against the headboard, the setting sun casting orange and pink hues through the sheer curtains. You walk up to the window, admiring the view.
“Well it’s not too bad now is it.” You hear from behind you.
“Not too bad at all,” you reply without looking back. “I should call my family, let them know my flight changed.” You add.
“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna take a shower, ‘f that’s alright.” Joel says.
“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll go after you.” You reply.
He heads into the bathroom and you hear the shower turn on, water beating against the porcelain.
You open the sliding door to the balcony and open your phone to call your mother. After three rings you hear, “Hey, sweetie! Are you at the airport now? We can’t wait to see you tonight.”
“Hey, mom…about that, my flight actually got cancelled so I won’t be able to make it tonight. I’m flying in tomorrow morning.” You say, sparing the details about how your flight actually wasn’t cancelled and you voluntarily removed yourself.
“Oh that’s alright sweetie, are you staying at a hotel tonight then?” She says in a concerned voice.
“Yeah, I am.” Your short reply earns a small hum from her.
The conversation drifts to nonsensical chatter. She talks about the weather, the soap operas she’s been watching, and what she’s cooking for dinner. Before you know it, 20 minutes have passed.
“Hey, I’m done if you wanna use the–” Joel cuts himself off when he sees you still on the phone, he mouths a quiet apology.
You shake your head and say it’s alright.
Then you hear your mother, “What was that? Is that Sam? I thought he wasn’t coming down, is this a Christmas surprise?” She says excitedly—your mother has always loved Sam, your ex. You guess it’s because she never really knew him.
“Uh no, no mom, that was just the TV. Listen, I have to go now, I’ll call you when I land.” You say quickly.
“Alright, sweetie, love you!” She responds with hesitancy, not quite believing this lie.
“Love you too.” You say as you head back into the room, closing the door behind you.
“M’sorry, didn’t realize you were still on the phone.” Joel says.
You look at him and are suddenly aware of how intimate this feels. He’s standing there with his hair still wet, his arms now exposed, and the thin cloth of his pyjama pants, barely concealing the bulge of his cock.
You snap back to reality quickly to tell him once again that it’s alright.
Moving past him, you head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As you wait for the water to warm, you wipe the fog off of the mirror, the room still steamy from Joel’s use.
Staring at yourself you whisper, “Get your shit together.” You strip off your clothes and walk into the shower, the warm water against your skin releases all of the tension you’ve been holding. You take your time to wash your hair and body, 15 minutes later you walk out of the shower only to realize that you completely forgot to bring your clothes with you into the bathroom.
You dry your hair with a towel, and accepting your fate, wrap a towel tight against your body. You open the door and make a beeline to your suitcase. You see Joel sitting on the couch scrolling through the channels on the TV. He looks over at you, seemingly unfazed, talking about some show on the food network.
You start to think that maybe you were the one making a big deal of this. You’re both adults, walking around in a towel isn’t exactly the most scandalous act ever. Your suitcase was below the TV, right in Joel’s eye-line. You bend down to open it up, reaching in for your pyjamas. When suddenly the towel you thought was so snug against you falls down at one corner, revealing your breasts. Quickly, you reach for the fallen fabric to cover yourself up again, face flushing in embarrassment.
Well, it was embarrassment until you hear that rough, southern drawl. “Fuck baby, you’re real pretty.” He says, voice low.
You look up at him, still crouching down by your suitcase.
God, the look on his face alone could make you cum right there. His eyes full of lust and that goddamn handsome smirk on his face. He grabs the remote and clicks the TV off. Standing up, he starts making his way toward you.
“I thought you wanted to watch the food network.” You say quietly.
“I think there are better uses of my time.” He says, holding out his hand for you to grab.
You comply and take his hand, now letting the towel fall completely and pool on the floor.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He says roughly, looking your naked body up and down.
You look at him now, pupils completely blown, mouth parted open slightly. You look down to see his cock strained against his pyjama pants. Hard and waiting.
He grabs your jaw gently with his thumb and index finger, forcing your eyes away from his cock and to his face instead.
He leans in, your lips meet his and it is the softest, most gentle kiss you think you’ve ever had. You let out a small moan into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your lips—the decency dissipating and hunger taking its place. He uses his hand to guide yours to his crotch.
He groans, “Shit baby, do you feel what you do to me?”
You’re breathless as you palm his cock, you haven’t even seen it yet, but you know that he’s big. He moves the both of you away from the TV and toward the bed. He pushes you lightly so you’re sitting down with your arms behind you supporting the weight of your body.
This scene—you, naked as the day you were born and him, fully clothed, towering over you. You want to capture this moment, suddenly longing for nothing more than photographic memory. You feel your arousal soaking the sheets beneath you. Looking up at him with big doe eyes, you blink, pleading him to do something, anything, touch you where you need it most.
“You love this don’t ya? Stripping for some man you’ve just met, some man you don’t even know. Huh, baby? Do you like it?” He says.
You’re not sure what to say, no man has ever been this forward with you, no man has ever been this dominant.
“Aw, poor baby doesn’t even know what to say. I thought you were a good girl, thought I was gonna have to sleep on the couch tonight. But, then I see you staring at my cock when I came out of the shower and you prancin’ out here wearing nothing but that little towel. You tryna’ tempt me, baby?”
You look down, too shy to look him in the eyes. You let out quietly, “Yes.”
“That’s a good girl, just a little slut ain’t ya?”
“Mhm.” you let out, you think you might explode if he doesn’t touch you now.
“Tell me. Tell me what you are, little girl.” He says.
“I’m a slut, I’m a slut for you, Joel.” You whine, unaware that you’re grinding against the bed, aching for any semblance of relief.
“Oh god look at you. Can’t even wait for me to help ya feel better. If you wanna fuck those sheets just say so, baby. I’ll sit back and watch.” He says, his tone mocking.
You don’t know where that polite southern man you met a few hours ago went, but you were fine with it. If anything you liked this Joel more.
“No, please no, please touch me. I want you, I want you so bad Joel.” You plead.
He reaches out to pet your hair, “Okay, okay baby. Why don’t you free my cock huh? See what you do to me.”
You bring your hands to his waist band and pull down. He’s not wearing boxers, his cock springs up. The biggest you’d ever seen, fat from the head to the base, veins bulging out the sides, precum dripping from the tip. You moan at the sight of it.
“You wanna taste it, baby? Go ‘head.” He coos.
Wasting no time, you kiss the tip of it with your soft lips, then start suckling on just the tip. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty from a mix of sweat and precum. You take a little more of him in your mouth as you begin bobbing up and down, moaning around his cock allowing him to feel the vibrations of your desperation.
He’s letting out breathy moans and slurs of encouragement, “Yeah baby, just like that, you feel so fucking good.”
Tears start welling up in your eyes, you take your mouth off of his dick and move down to suck on his balls. Joel throws his head back and lets out a loud moan, “Fuckk, I could come right now baby.”
You hum, proud of yourself. Proud that you’re giving him this much pleasure. He fists your hair and pulls you away from his cock.
“You’re so good for me.” He says as he looks down at your depraved face. Drool pooling at the sides of your mouth, tears falling down your cheeks. He quickly wipes them away with his thumb. “Don’t you cry baby, I’m gonna make ya feel real good. Reward ya for being such a good little slut.”
He gets down on his knees and pushes your legs apart. Blowing cool air into your cunt, you throw your head back in pleasure and let out a loud moan, he hasn’t even touched you yet.
“Such a perfect little pussy, baby. So pretty.” He kisses and sucks little marks into your thighs, teasing you.
“Please, Joel. Please, I need it.” You whine.
“Okay, baby. Since ya asked so nice and sweet.” He finally places a kiss onto your slit.
He prods open your folds with his tongue, and just tongue fucks you. He brings his index and middle finger to your cunt, spreading your arousal and his spit all over your messy pussy. He enters his fingers into you and pushes in and out at a punishing speed. You can’t think straight, already close to orgasming. It’s when he takes your clit into his mouth and starts sucking that you can’t hold it any longer. You scream as your climax takes over your entire body. All you can hear is buzzing in your ears and all you see are stars clouding your vision.
“Yeah fuckin’ let it out, show me. Come all over my face, baby.” He encourages you, in a tranced state himself.
When you come down from your high, you find he’s still between your legs drinking up your arousal.
“Joel—fuck.” You let out. He looks up at you, proud and arrogant.
He pulls his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach and a happy trail leading down to his massive dick. He takes his pants off all the way, now matching your disrobed state. You drool at the sight.
“I made ya feel good, didn’t I baby?” He says matter of factly. He knows that you’re putty in his hands. That you’d do anything he’d ask.
“D’ya wanna make me feel good?” He asks you.
You nod pathetically.
“On all fours now baby, lemme see that ass.” He demands.
You happily comply, still feeling dizzy from the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you. You hear him suck in air through his teeth. “Already so wet again for me, baby.”
You wiggle your ass in the air, ready to take his fat cock.
“You let me know if it’s too much, but I think a slut like you can take it.” He says as he’s rubbing his dick against your wet folds. You moan and arch your back even more.
He starts slowly entering you. You tear up at the intrusion, he’s so big, almost too big. He must sense your doubts because he starts to rub your back in reassurance. “So tight baby, fuck. Can ya take me, hunny?”
You nod and start sobbing with want, “Yes, Joel. Fuck yes I can take it, give it to me please.”
“Alright baby, shhhh. I’m almost all the way in.” He says softly.
Your eyes go wide with shock, he wasn’t even all the way in and he was still the deepest anyone has ever been.
“Your fuckin’ ex ever stretch ya out this much baby, huh? Ever make ya feel this good?” He laughs.
“No, no, never. Only you, fuck it’s only you, Joel.” You say through your sobs.
“That’s right baby, this is the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck ya right.” He lets out a deep groan when he bottoms out completely. He gives you a few seconds to adjust to his overwhelming length before he starts thrusting in and out.
You grab a pillow to muffle your screams. He gives a soft slap to your ass. “Don’t hide those pretty screams from me, be a good girl, lemme hear ya.” he orders you.
Who are you to deny him? You acquiesce instantly and let your moans and screams fill up the room as he pounds into you relentlessly, the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy reverberating against the walls. He grabs your hips and brings them up higher to change the angle. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, somehow he managed to push himself even deeper. He hits that spongy spot deep inside of you, no one has ever hit that spot. He’s claimed you in so many ways that no one ever has.
You feel yourself reaching a state of nirvana. A high you’d never experienced. He pulls out and slaps his cock against your clit. You’re squirting. “Fuck yeah, didn’t know this pussy could do that, hunny. So fuckin’ hot.”
He enters you again when you’re finished. “Fuck baby, she’s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight. Does she want my cum, baby?” He says as he’s pounding you into the mattress.
“Can I cum in this pretty pussy, darlin’? Will ya let me?” He asks in a soothing tone. All you can respond with is an enthusiastic nod against the mattress and fragments of an answer, “Yes—fu—come, plea—please come in me. I wanna fucking feel it, Joel.”
He lets out a low groan and you feel his cock twitch and release deep in your pussy. Coming out in spasms, filling up your used cunt with his spend. It’s so much and it lasts for so long, you start to feel it leak out of your pussy and down your thighs. He lets out a final, “Fuckkkkk.” And he collapses on top of you, dick still inside of you, softening.
He’s so heavy on top of you, but you don’t mind. This man just gave you the best orgasms of your life, you would let him crush you under his weight any day. He slowly pulls out with a groan, he reaches down and uses his hand to push all of his cum back into your pussy.
He rolls beside you and brings his fingers up to your mouth, “Suck,” he says, and you do.
“Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had.” He says as he moves the tendrils of your sweat drenched hair behind your ear. He places soft kisses on the top of your head. A stark juxtaposition from how filthy he was when he was claiming you as his just moments ago.
You let out a breathless moan, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, Joel.” You say in complete honesty.
“I knew you’d like that. I wasn’t too rough, was I, baby?” He whispers, the last part of his sentence drenched in concern.
“No not at all, Joel. I loved it.” You say with a cockdrunk smile on your face. You lean in to kiss him again. He grabs the back of your head to deepen the kiss even further. You start grinding against his thigh and moaning in his mouth.
“Fuckin’ insatiable.” He says with a chuckle as he pulls away from the kiss.
“I think we need another shower, sweetheart.” He says, looking deep into your sleepy eyes.
You let out a small noise of agreement, and nod. He gets up and scoops you into his arms, carrying you into the shower. He must’ve fucked all of the energy out of you because you’re finding it difficult just to keep your body upright.
Joel notices your instability and makes sure not to let you go. He lets you sit down in the tub, knees curled up into your body. The warm water was washing away the smell of sex, which made you a bit sad, truthfully.
He reaches for the shampoo and massages it into your hair, then rinses it out. He conditions the ends of your hair, brushing out the tangles with his fingers. You close your eyes and let him clean your entire body. His gentle manner makes you feel safe and warm, you never want him to leave. When he finishes washing you, he lets you stay seated in the tub, under the warm water as he cleans himself.
You think you fall asleep because when you open your eyes, you're in the bed with him, his arms wrapped around you, with your head tucked under his chin. The heat radiating off from the both of you makes you feel like you’ve flown too close to the sun. You notice that he must’ve dressed you because you’re wearing panties and the shirt that he ripped off of himself before fucking you.
You’re not sure what time it is, but you guess it’s no earlier than 5 AM, the room only slightly illuminated, and the streets still quiet.
You raise your head the slightest bit and see his eyes closed, the sunrise peeking through the window allows you to really look at him. Worry lines between his brows and forehead, slight crows feet on the sides of his eyes, a patchy beard with speckles of grey. The sun and stress had aged him beautifully, but you couldn’t help feeling like you wanted to be the one to relieve his stress, to be the one that softens the harsh lines on his face. Be the one who falls asleep and wakes up in his arms for forever.
You let the thoughts flood your head until your eyelids feel heavy again, until sleep takes over your body once more.
When you wake, the warmth of his body is undoubtedly absent. You sit up instantly and look at the time, 6:42 AM. You glance to see if the bathroom light was on or if his bags were still strewn on the floor. But you were met with nothing. He left.