Page 55 of Revive

“Tell me about him.” She’s excited and curious, a stark contrast from the original warning she gave me when I first mentioned taking a chance on Drix.

Avoiding her stare, I shut down her enthusiasm. “Not yet.”

“What?”

After the awkward conversations we’ve both had with others about whether or not whatever we have is a good idea, I tell her the honest truth. “I don’t want to share this part of us with the rest of the world just yet.”

Taken aback by my choice to keep something from her for the first time in history. I try to justify it. “Everyone had an opinion and I’m in too deep to hear them right now.”

The rest of the morning takes a while to take off, and against both our wishes we end up talking about work.

Finishing off, we wait for the bill, before we make the already planned small walk from George St to The Rocks, to check out the markets. Perusing the stalls is one of my favourite things to do. I’ve dragged Em all over Sydney before, hoarding one too many nicknacks. It’s our thing and hopefully it bridges the gap I just created.

The waitress appears taking the money, only to leave the table, and make way for an unexpected sight.

“What are they doing here?” I ask shocked to see Jagger and Drix walk in the café.

I watch every person’s body turn, as they head toward us. With each step they fill the small and dainty space with masculine beauty. They’re quite a pair, and if I wasn’t satisfied knowing what it was like to have Drix in my own bed, I’d be jealous of anyone who had.

I glance over at Emerson, and her conflicted eyes find mine. “You did this?”

“You’ve been there for each of my happiest moments. I just don’t want to miss out on yours.“

I stretch my hands out to the middle of the table, and she does the same. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Giving my attention back to Hendrix, a loud sigh leaves my mouth. “Does it ever wane?”

“What?”

“The need to want to be stuck to him at all times.”

The look of yearning she gives Jagger answers my question. I turn my head, and my heart jolts to see Drix looking at me the same way. Impatient to greet him, I stand, and his strides show he feels the same.

“Fancy meeting you here.” His large hands, cradle my face, as he leans in for a kiss.

My lips touch his, and talking seems overrated and unnecessary. He deepens the kiss, offering the smallest flick with his tongue, sending my body into a frenzy. I pull back, and look up at him, “I vote to never have to go out in public again.”

His eyes twinkle with playfulness, “sounds like the perfect plan to me.”

Sliding my hands around his body, I lean my head against his chest and look at Emerson. I mouth thank you, equally grateful and guilty.

Her eyes dart from mine to Drix’s, and back again. “It was a team effort.”

Emerson tilts her head to the exit. “Ready to go?”

“You let us crash your day. We’re good with whatever.” Drix answers her, but he doesn’t look at anything but me. I feel the bubble re-wrap itself around us, my worry gone; the rest of the world non-existent, just like I wanted.

Leaving the café, Emerson and Jagger lead the way, leaving Drix and I trailing behind, arm around my shoulders, hand in his back pocket. “How was your morning with Jagger?”

“Not as good as being here with you now.”

I pinch his arse through his jeans. “You’re just so smooth aren’t you.”

“Jagger called me a miserable fuck, and told me to call Emerson and organise to meet you. He was right. I fucking missed you.” He kisses the top of my head. “It’s a win win for all of us, I say.”

Threading my free fingers into his, we fall into a comfortable silence. One where being in one another’s presence far outweighs the need to justify our feelings with words.

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