Had the hallucinations taken on a whole new level of sadistic behaviour… or was this real?
“What… Henry?” I whispered, not even sure if I made a sound.
“Hey, angel eyes,” he croaked out, standing there all strong and handsome like a daydream, his voice raspier than it had been back in Mykonos.
That’s when I noticed the other changes too.
The slight paleness to his tanned skin. The huge, white tape poking out from under his shaggy hairline. The mussed-up waves atop of his head. His sunken eyes.
“Oh, my God.” I didn’t think as I charged forward and leaned over the fabric barrier separating us to reach for him. I rose up on my toes and gently placed my hands on his cheeks, searching every part of his face. “What’s happened? Why are you hurt?”
That smirk of his came to life. “Had a little car crash on my way home from the airport. No big deal.”
My blood ran cold at the very thought of it. “Henry! Are you joking?”
“I know comedy isn’t my strong suit, but even I can tell better jokes than that.”
I searched every inch of his face, noticing the split lip the slight swelling around one eye now. “Why aren’t you inhospital?”
“I figured you were the best medicine for my bruised ego right now.”
“Me?”
“You.” His lazy smile almost made me lose focus and give in to him.
Almost.
“No, Henry. You’re hurt. You...” My attention rose to the white plaster bandage poking out from his hairline. “Are you okay?”
“I am now you’re here.”
“Stop saying sweet things to distract me from being worried about you.”
“I can’t help it if my honesty makes you blush.” His smile grew, and I finally focused on those eyes I never thought I’d see again.
A moment passed between us, so golden and divine, the realisation of us being together again made my body relax as I held onto him.
“There you are,” he said quietly.
“How are you here? How did you know we’d been diverted to Heathrow?”
“You can thank Andy and Bailey for that one. Thank God for flight delays, too, huh? This would have been a lot less romantic if I’d had to find out your address and knock on your front door.”
“I’d have taken you any way I could have you.”
I searched those dark pools of heaven I adored so much, and all the memories of us together came flooding back, reminding me of how right it felt to be this close to him. How much his eyes felt like home to me already.
My smile must have shown it, too.
Without a care in the world, Henry dropped the flowers and the sign by his feet, wrapped his strong arms around me until his hands landed on the small of my back, and he squeezed my body the way only he could, claiming yet worshipping it with one touch. “Want to hear something else that will blow your mind?”
“Something bigger than the fact you’ve managed to almost kill yourself since leaving me yesterday?”
“Way bigger than that.”
“Interesting. Go on…”
“I can’t let you go, Phoebe, and I don’t want to. The only thing I do want is you, and not just in Mykonos. Wherever you are, wherever you go, I want to be there.”
