Page 113 of Don Caselli

He looked away for a second, and I gently turned his face back toward mine. “I’m not good with that intimacy shit, Bleu. Tried that shit before, ended up crashing and burning,” he admitted.

“Not with me… look at me,” I softly demanded. “Let me teach you.”

Landon had spent so long confusing intimacy with sex that he didn’t know how to give himself to someone without taking something in return. I didn’t want his body tonight; I wanted the part that he had never given to someone. The part of him that many wanted after he nailed them to the mattress and had them screaming out every higher power they believed in.

I wanted the part of him that everyone couldn’t have or experience. The part of him that knew how to feel. That wanted love and was curious about it, too. The side of him that had never experienced or witnessed it in true form.

I wantedthatpart of Landon Caselli.

He didn’t reply, just watching me like he was trying to memorize every piece of my face. Our playful banter was long gone, and the emotions and feelings between us was real.

Heavy.

“I don’t know how to do that soft shit,” he said low, his voice almost breaking. “I want to try with you, Pooh.”

Hearing his voice slightly crack made my chest tight. I leaned down, resting my forehead against his. “All I want is for you to always try. I’m patient, Lan.”

Roping my fingers between his and placing them over my heart, I said, “I want to give this to you, and not through sex. I want this connection to be something that neither of us can put into words.”

He nodded, his arms wrapped around me, tighter, as his other hand remained on my chest. I pressed my lips onto his, and finally laid my head back onto his chest, while kissing it.

“Need to hear it, Pooh.”

“I love you, Landon,” I replied right away, as his arms held me tighter, and he pressed his lips against my forehead.

We laid like that for what felt like hours. His breathing slowed, my fingers traced the lines within his face. Watching as he allowed himself to feel, not being tense or flinching. He just let me love him without stipulations.

That was intimacy.

The soft kisseson my forehead woke me up. I was sleeping on my side with the sheets covering my body. The sun resembled my favorite Italian ice mix. The hues of orange and green as the sun was starting to rise. Landon was fully dressed when my eyes focused on him, and my chest tightened more, because he was leaving.

I wasn’t clingy in the least, but the thought of him having to leave me made me miss him, and he was still in front of me. “I’ll see you in a few days, baby… okay?”

I nodded my head, as I gathered the sheets around my body, moving toward the end of the bed where he was. “Do you have to leave?”

“If you would have asked me that a week ago, I would have told you no. Now, I have to.” He chuckled, pressing his lips against my head.

“K.”

“I got my jet coming back to pick you and your parents up. Greene says she has a few days left, so she’s gonna stay, too.”

“Okay.”

I hugged him tighter as he kissed my face and lips a few times and slipped over onto the bed so he could get up. With the sheet wrapped around my body, I snatched his shirt and put it on, as he grabbed his duffle bag and put it on his shoulder.

He reached his hand out for me, and I held his hand as we made our way downstairs. Beans was already downstairs, and Greene was on her iPad. “Morning, Don… everything is ready, you’re good to takeoff.”

“Thanks, Greene.”

She hopped down and yawned. “No problem… have a safe flight. See you later, Beanie.”

Beans laughed, and gave her a hug, and she was heading back to her room. I stood there feeling sad as hell that he was leaving. While I should have been excited to be staying longer on this beautiful island with my family, there was a part of me that was sad to see him leave. Even if I knew I would see him in a few days.

“I’ll be in the whip, Don.”

He nodded, never taking his eyes from me. “Heard you.”

“Have a safe flight and be safe. Can you call me when you land, please?” I stood on my toes, kissing his lips, as he gripped my ass, his favorite thing to grab whenever he was near me.

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