Page 10 of Hold Us Close
“You always make excuses for him,” she says softly. I almost nod, even though she can’t see me. Because she’s right. I do. But how can I not? It’s not his fault he’s like this. “Layla, if I’d known he had such an insane temper, I might not have encouraged you to—”
“Corin, stop. I’m a big girl and I make my own decisions. I moved here with him because I love him. Because this is my life and I want to spend it living and loving and hurting and feeling everything there is to feel. It’s just a crazy time right now, and we’re both adjusting to…the news.”
“Mmhm,” she mumbles. “If you say so. But seriously, if you need me, for anything, call. Or if you want Skylar to talk to him or whatever.”
“I will,” I tell her as my heavy eyelids start to drift shut. It’s not even all the way dark yet but I’m struggling to stay awake. “Promise.”
We say our goodbyes just as I lose consciousness.
The music pulls me suddenly from the depths of sleep. I might’ve been dreaming of the ocean again. But it isn’t waves I’m hearing crashing on the shore. Instruments, brass and wood fill the room so fully that I’m certain there’s a mariachi band outside my window. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, I see it’s just after ten. My bed is depressingly empty. The sheets on Landen’s side are cool when I brush my arms across them. Loneliness twists in my stomach as I sit up and listen for a few more minutes, wondering briefly if our neighbors are having a party.
My bare feet land on the hardwood and I step over to the window. A small festival is taking place on the street below. I vaguely remember seeing signs about it earlier this week. For a few minutes, I watch the people dancing as the sounds of their laughter float up to me. They look so happy. Carefree.
When Landen and I first moved here, we went to every festival held anywhere near us. We danced in the streets until we could barely stand. He’d twirl me around and around until I lost my balance and crashed into his arms. An unwelcome tear traces a path down my cheek with another close on its trail. Opening my window, I rest my head on the sill to listen. I gaze longingly at the scene in the street, wishing there was a way we could get back to that place. To happiness and dancing and being so consumed by love that seizures, angry rages, or dead or abusive parents couldn’t even hurt us anymore.
“Babe?” Landen’s voice startles me, and I rush to wipe the evidence of my sadness away.
“Hey, sorry. Did I wake you?” I close the window before turning to face him. The glow from the hallway lamp illuminates the outline of his tall, dark figure.
“No, I was up.” He steps closer, and I’m aching to reach out to him. The sleeping apart has wedged something solid between us that I don’t know how to remove. “Guess they’re partying pretty hard out there, huh?” Landen tilts his head towards the window.
“Remember that first night we moved in?” I ask him, stepping closer so we’re nearly touching. “We were nearly dead from the flight and still had a ton of boxes to unpack, but they had that Saints Day thing going on and we ended up dancing until almost sunrise.” I smile at the memory. Landen takes the final step to close the space between us, and I’m ready to beg him to put his arms around me. My need for contact, for his touch, is so strong it’s palpable.
“I remember,” he says.
“Remember after?” I breathe. My body trembles at the memory. After we drank and danced and had been welcomed by everyone and their brother, we stumbled half drunk up to the apartment and made love.
“Like I could forget,” he says, finally using both hands to pull me towards him.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, tilting my face up to his.
He nods and I watch the muscles move in his neck as he swallows hard. “I’m here now,” he answers just before claiming my mouth with his.
He backs us up to the bed and we fall into it together. The down comforter tangles around us as we pull at each other’s clothing.
“I need you. I need you so much,” I tell him between kisses. The emptiness inside me begins to wane as he pulls me higher so my head reaches a pillow. Our mouths separate only long enough for him to pull off the practice jersey of his that I sleep in.
“I know, baby. I need you too. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” I suck his full bottom lip into my mouth before he can answer. His answering kisses are full of a fervor I can’t even match without hurting one or both of us.
“Swear. Cross my heart.” Landen sits up and pulls my white lace panties down my legs. I watch him toss them over the edge of the bed. Even in the darkness I can see the light shining in his eyes as he stares down at my naked body.
The force of his stare is so intense that he pins me to the mattress without even touching me. “Mine,” he says low into the room as he trails a finger between my breasts towards my naval.
“Yes, always,” I breathe, arching up in a plea for him to touch me where I need it most. Every night I’ve spent alone in our bed has filled me with a bone-chilling cold that made me ache. It dissipates inch by inch as he warms me with his touch until I’m burning up.
His hand stops, palm down on my stomach. I’m only about five weeks along so there’s no bump, but there’s something. A fullness. Maybe it’s in my head because I know I’m pregnant. I go completely still and wait for him to freak out and run. To leave me aching and alone. But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans down and presses his lips to my stomach.
“Mine,” he says again, and his voice is so possessive, so absolute, I want to cry. But I don’t. I rise and grab his face, pulling his mouth to mine. His tongue dances inside of me, and I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen as I try to get enough.
“Make love to me, Landen. Please. I need you.Now,” I mumble into his mouth.
He tears his mouth from mine long enough to strip off his black boxer briefs. Once he springs free, I reach down and stroke his hard length. He groans and leans over me once again. “Easy, baby,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’ve missed you too. A lot.” His lips smile against my cheek and I pull him closer, lining him up with my already wet entrance.
“I’ve hated this bed without you. Don’t ever leave me again. You promised you’d never leave,” I whisper without even meaning to. I’m lost, mindless with emotions as my need for him overtakes all reason.
His eyes meet mine, pain and anger and regret flashing in them. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you.”
