Only One Road – chapter 17

– XVII –

Now

“…To get more”, Dylan said.

I blinked and turned around. For the last ten minutes I’ve been staring out of the window, caught in my own thoughts that were filling my head with urgent buzzing. I haven’t heard a single word of what he said.

“What?” I asked. “Sorry, I was thinking.”

“I said you are out of coffee”, he said slowly. “You’ll need to get more. What are you thinking about?”

I smiled and went away from the window.

“About the fact that I am liking that idea more and more”, I said and took the empty coffee bag out of his hands.

“What idea?” he narrowed his eyes with suspicion.

He looked like someone who is expecting to hear some really bad news.

“Us moving somewhere”, I said and he relaxed. “What did you think I was gonna say?”

“I don’t know”, he shrugged. “Something about you losing yourself again…”

“I don’t even care about that anymore”, I sighed and pulled him closer. “My priorities have changed in case if you never noticed.”

He pressed his forehead against mine.

“When do you want to move?” he asked softly. “And where?”

“I’m gonna stop by my work place today”, I muttered, slowly running my fingers along his neckline. “Let them know that I quit… In a couple of weeks, maybe…? As for where…” I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. We’ll flip a coin or something.”

“Okay”, he said, his breath warm on my face.

It felt strange and amazing to have him back in my life. I spent eight years trying my best to forget him and to put every single thought of him out of my head. I thought I’ve succeeded. And it only took him a couple of days to turn everything upside down again. Now I couldn’t even imagine being without him.

I slid my hand under the collar of his shirt and frowned when my fingers ran across something that felt weird. I pulled his shirt aside and stared at the decent size bite mark. It looked new too.

“Did I do that?” I muttered, carefully touching it.

He raised his head and looked at me, his transparent eyes tranquil.

“Yeah”, he said softly.

“Jesus…” I winced. “I am sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it”, he almost purred. “You can mark me anyway you want…”

“Mark you?” I laughed quietly. “I wasn’t marking you…”

“Well”, he said, his fingers playing with my hair. “If you want to, feel free. Tattoo me for all I care.”

“Tempting”, I muttered.