I nod, stepping away from the bar.
I don’t want a drink.
I don’t want to numb myself.
I just want to be with him.
“We only have three more days until you have to leave,” I tell him, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. “I just want to be with you until then.”
His eyes soften, and he nods slowly. “Okay,” he says, taking my hand in his. “Let’s go home.”
Chapter 37
The first time I ever saw you
Eighteen hours, thirty-two minutes, and twenty-five seconds.
That’s how long is left until Chris boards a plane and leaves—for an entire year.
I’m trying really hard to be happy for him, knowing he has a job he loves, friends who treat him well, and a whole other life there. But I can’t help but feel sad that he won’t be here with me.
Almost as if he senses my thoughts, his eyes crack open, and he blinks up at me, stretching his arms over his head. “Hey,baby,” he murmurs, his husky voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re up already?”
“Yeah,” I reply, my lips curving into a smile when he turns on his side, and wraps his arm around my naked waist, pulling me closer to him. “I’ve been up for hours.”
His brows dip as an amused smirk crosses his face. “That’s new.”
“I wanted to look at you,” I admit, staring into his kind, brown eyes I love so much.
Chris smiles, cupping my face before pressing his lips to mine. “I always want to look at you.”
I try to smile, but it slips as a sigh escapes my lips. “It might be the last time I’ll look at you.”
His face falls, and his brows furrow. “Gabi—”
“Just let me memorize every part of you while I still can,” I say, swinging my leg over his hips to straddle him, and place my hands flat on his chest.
“Mmm hell yes,” he grunts, his hands flying to my hips.
“Shhh.” I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m memorizing.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips together. “Memorize away, baby.”
My hands cradle his face, and I trail my fingers up his cheeks, running them over his eyebrows, staring into the chocolate pool swimming in his eyes. “Your eyes are so pretty.”
“Right back at you,” Chris says, swiping his thumb over my hip. “They’re like the ocean. Strong and beautiful, sucking me right in.”
“And your hair,” I say, running my fingers through the curls on the top of his head. “I love your hair.”
“I love yours,” he murmurs, tucking a strand behind my ear.
I melt into his touch, my fingers trailing down to trace over his bottom lip. “And your lips.” I sigh. “You have the best lips,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to them. “So soft, and pretty, and—”
Before I can say anything, Chris curls his hand over the back of my head and presses my head down, before kissing me. His big hands hold my waist, and he flips us over, his body covering mine.
He pulls back, and looks down at my naked body pinned under him, his eyes zoning in on my tits before groaning, diving in to capture my lips once again.
I moan into his mouth, my lips parting on a gasp when he moves to my neck. “I love your kisses,” I tell him, tangling my fingers in his hair.
