Page 97 of Never Too Late

I look up at him, eyes wide open, still unable to speak, unable to breathe, just admiring who’s standing in front of me.

He lets go of me, moving behind me instead, wrapping his arms around my waist, bending down slightly because of the height difference, resting his head in the crook of my shoulder. “I wished every night you know.” He inhales a deep breath. “Every night I was away from you, I looked up at the stars and wished to come back home. And my wish came true.”

And I’m certain my heart has just leapt from my chest.

We stand for the next fifteen minutes. Watching the lights and the stars twinkle in the sky above, not wanting to leave each other’s embrace,

Until it starts to rain.

Chapter fifty-two

Dax

“I almost lost my life. I thought I was a goner. And your face is the only thing that has the power to bring me back.”

Large droplets of rain fall from the sky one after another, the air no longer clean and cool, now replaced with humidity and coldness. The lights in the trees are slowly starting to switch off, one by one. Luckily, we managed to save the bouquet before it got destroyed as Jae carefully places the vase down on the coffee table in front of the log burner in an attempt to dry them off.

“We should probably get out of these clothes quickly before we get sick.” he hums as he stares into the fire blazing on the logs in front of him, slowly starting to peel his sweatshirt from his torso.

With his back still facing me, I take the opportunity to dart my eyes between the muscles standing dominant near the top, and the dimples on his lower back. I will never not get lost in the sight of his body. Even though he doesn’t work out as much anymore due to his side, he’s still in pristine shape. He carefully pulls off his shoes before he slides his jeans down his legs, and I can’t stop my mouth from watering from the sight of him.

Nothing he’s doing right now is sexual, but the way the fire light reflects onto his dark skin, makes my cock twitch.

He haltingly turns to face me, raising a brow when he sees I’m still sat fully clothed. “Do you need any help?” he questions in a deep, husky undertone.

I don’t reply. I can’t.

I’m too busy salivating at the sight of him.

He casually starts to approach me, taking one step at a time. Keeping his eyes on mine in the process.

“Everything you did for me tonight was amazing, pretty boy. You don’t have to do anything for me, you know. You just being here is enough. It’s more than enough,” he says as he stops in front of me.

“Lift your arms, let’s get your shirt off.”

I follow his command.

Slowly taking hold of the hem at the bottom, he slides the shirt up my body and over my head in record time, dropping it onto the floor.

Once off, he takes his fingertips and traces them around the shape of the sunflowers on my chest and stomach as he slides my shoes from my feet with his other hand, they also join the pile on the floor before he moves to the zipper of my jeans, torturously sliding it down to move his hand to the waistband, starting to tug them off. He nods his head at me once, signalling me to lift my hips, and I do so happily, with my eyes following the movement of him removing them from my legs.

Holding his hands out in front of me, I take them both as he pulls me up to stand in front of him.

“You’re shivering, we need to get you in front of the fire to warm up,” he says softly, interlocking his fingers with my own, leading the way towards the log burner.

We round the table, hand in hand, and take a seat on the floor in front of the fire.

“I was worried when you said you’d come home early, I thought something was wrong. I didn’t expect something like this. The lights, the flowers, you. I feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

“There’s nothing lucky about being stuck with me. I’ve got a fucked-up mind, you could have anyone in the world you wanted.”

“Well, it’s a good job I don’t want anyone else then, isn’t it?”

“But what if it gets too much? What if my brain gets too much? What if I get too much?”

“That’ll never happen. You’ve not too much, Dax, you’re more than enough.”

Lowering my head to shy away and hide the warmth in my cheeks, he moves his hand underneath my chin, catching it in his hold to bring upwards to face him.

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