I try to take the smallest steps possible so the moment can last a little longer.
What if I never see him again?
I guess I’ll just have to take that risk.
Marco fastens his shirt, glass doors reflecting the glow of the street outside.
The kiss we share this time is nothing like the others.
It feels like an unspoken promise rather than a flash in the pan.
Our lips linger for a moment before he finally steps back.
I hold the door for him, walking him toward the curb, reluctant to let go of his hand.
He unpockets his keys.
A chirp of the fob unlocks the door.
Climbing into the driver's seat, he pauses.
“Your tie…”
“Keep it,” I insist.
The engine purrs as he pulls away and disappears into the night.
I stand on the footpath half dressed, long after the tail lights have vanished.
My body is humming with pleasure, craving him so much, but willing to hold out.
I’m still in disbelief that tonight has unfolded the way it has.
But one simple thought settles in my mind.
This isn’t over.
Not even close.
I memorise the curve of Marco's smile.
The way his hand brushed over my skin as though it were sacred.
I memorise the sound of his voice.
The words that crest and rise inside me for days to come.
Only if you're mine.
the fifth chapter
MARK
JUNDAH, AUSTRALIA - NEARLY ELEVEN YEARS AGO
I've memorised this sign.
Walked past it more times than I can count.
