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It doesn’t escape my notice that he hasn’t kissed me since this morning, but he did want me in his bed later.
It’s probably best all the way around if I retreat a little bit, protect my heart. It’s one thing to share my truth and another to be stupid and not pay heed to all the red flags he’s throwing around.
I dove into this headfirst with him, but I’m still going to take care of myself.
Even if I’m already in too deep.
The flight back is not even half as fun as it was flying here. At times I feel like I’m going to throw up, but I end up closing my eyes and at some point, the meds kick in. I manage to fall asleep and it’s the best thing I could’ve done.
I wake up to Sutton lightly nudging my shoulder.
“We’re here,” he says softly.
I sit up and whimper.
“Is it bad?” he asks.
“It’s not great, but not awful either.”
His low, husky laugh skitters over my skin, and I rub my arms.
“Feel like getting out?” He motions toward the door and gets out, turning around to face me.
I give him a droll look. “Yes, I feel like getting out.”
“Those lemontinis made you a sassy little thing,” he teases.
“I think we both know it was in there all along.” But my words don’t have any heat behind them. My body feels like it’s moving two feet in front of me at all times.
He holds out his hand and I take it. When I step out off of the plane, I’m dizzy. We stand there for a second before he tucks my hand in his arm and walks me through the airport and to his car.
“It feels like the middle of the night,” I say hoarsely.
“It is.”
He opens the car door and I get inside, leaning my head back to look at him. “I like your car.”
“Thank you. It’s been good to me.” He shuts the door and I wince at the loudness.
When I open my eyes again, he’s driving and we’re almost at his house.
“I think you’d miss me,” I say.
“I’d miss you if what?” He turns to look at me, the light from the streetlamps flashing over his face as we pass them.
“You’d miss me if I ever left.”
He lets out a long exhale. “I’d miss the fuck out of you if you left, Felicity.”
I nod and close my eyes. I’m so, so tired.
I’m not sure if I dream it or if I really hear him say, “Please don’t ever leave me.”
The next morning, I wake up in Sutton’s massive bed with the bajillion thread count sheets and the plushest comforter I’ve ever felt.
My head hurts.
It really, really does.
