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FOUR DAYS. FOUR BLOODY LONG IT-WASN’T-LIKE-THIS-BEFORE-HIM DAYS.
“I spent twenty-six perfectly capable years without him, how can four days be so fu—”
nudging his nose to mine.
3rd
Then because it was a night for what-the-fucks,
Anyway, he was technically not talking to me first, and he didn’t sleep in our bed… …my bed. The bed. What the fuck ever. He didn’t come to bed last night.
Travis hooked his foot around mine in that under-the-table-foot-holdin’ thing he did.
“I like it when Travis and Texas come along. Well, okay, I don’t like it. I love it. But it’s kinda nice when it’s just us, yeah?”
then he nudged my nose with his to make me smile.
4th
Your foot-holdin’ thing is one of my favourite things,”
“Foot-holding and nose-nudges.
Love…
I really wanted to do was push him against the pool table and kiss him until he made that moan-whimper-breathless sound that buckles my knees. But I couldn’t do that. Not here.
She was being all suggestive and shit. I mean, I’m gay, not stupid.
“Charles Sutton, you can stop that right the fuck now.”
“No. Need like I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t kind of need.”
“And that I can’t go back to the way it was before him. Without him.”
“If he were to leave, I’d never get over it.”
He did that nose-nudgin’ thing—barely
barely a touch—and a ghost of a kiss.
5th
“I can’t think straight when you do that, and I”—I readjusted my dick—“might throw you down on the hay.”
“You wanna know why? I ignored you because you’re behaving like a fucking child, that’s why. Isn’t that what they say to do when a toddler’s having a tantrum? To ignore them? So I did. You wanna have a conversation like a fucking adult, then I’ll start listening.”
then, because I was bringing the muster forward—only to help Travis, the absolute love of my life, so he didn’t get booted out of the country, and I would do anything to help, because I think it would kill me if he left—I sat on the back veranda and peeled a fucking ton of potatoes.
He teased me about being the most unromantic romantic ever
I sighed, the longest out-of-patience-if-you-weren’t-so-cute-I’d-kick-your-arse kind of sigh,
The way he held me, the way he looked at me, it was the closest to heaven I’d ever get without dyin’.
Trav looked at me with and-you-wonder-why-I-love-you in his eyes.
“Do you know what the odds are that I would ever find someone? I live and work in the middle of the desert, and he gets on a plane from the other side of the planet and arrives at my doorstep.” I took a shaky breath. “The most perfect guy, and for some reason I will never understand, he chose me. I’ll tell you what the odds are.” I raised my pointer finger. “One. One chance in a lifetime. That’s all I get.”
“I can’t do this without you.”
“It will kill me,” I told him, trying not to cry. “If you get on that plane, a part of me will die.”
“I told her that I loved him, Ma, and that if he leaves it’ll kill me,”
you came along and changed all that, and now I kind of can’t live without you.
ever-so-softly nudged my nose with his.
