Page 79 of Come Apart
Chapter Thirteen
Iwake up early Sunday morning to drive back to Santa Monica.
The sun rises on the way.
I want to spend the day with Alyssa.
I miss her. I didn't like being away, even for such a short period of time.
It's still early when I park in the driveway. The house is dim, but there's a low roar from the TV. Alyssa is curled into a ball on the couch. She's hugging a pillow and her eyes are closed. I almost don't want to wake her.
But the sound of me coming in is enough to do it.
She stirs. She's wearing my clothes—a T-shirt and boxers.
She looks so fucking hot in them.
I know part of it is I just like seeing her in something that's mine.
When she opens her eyes, she looks at me with the tiniest smile. She's still tired. It's completely adorable.
"What time is it?" she asks, that early morning rasp that always gets me going in her voice.
"Early." I drop my bags on the floor and move towards the couch.
She keeps her eyes on me, even as she struggles to keep them open.
She shifts to a seated position. "I have an audition tomorrow and I haven't rehearsed at all."
"I can help you later."
"I might take you up on that offer." She runs her fingertips along my arms, tracing from the veins on my wrist. "I missed you, you know?"
"I missed you more."
She brings her eyes to mine. There's such a need in her expression, but she blinks and it's gone. Replaced by something more demanding.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I sit next to her.
She shakes her head. "You always want to talk." She digs her hands into my hair, and she looks at me with thosefuck meeyes. "Do you think, this time, we can talk tomorrow?"
I'm immediately hard.
"Ally..."
Her eyes connect with mine. There's so much need in her expression. Then her eyes are closed and her lips are on mine.
She tastes like mint, like her toothpaste.
She pulls back, her eyes connecting with mine. "Please."
She kisses me again. Her lips part and I slide my tongue into her mouth.
My body floods with heat. There is no sense in talking now. Not when we could do something so much better.
Her hands find my back. They dig into me, pressing my shirt against my skin. She's desperate. She needs this much more than she needs a conversation.
She pulls back. Her clear blue eyes connect with mine. "It's okay if you don't want to. If you want to talk."
