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I bury my face in her hair, inhaling in every inch of her. My fingers clench, her hair bunching between my fingertips. My throat feels like it's closing, and my sinuses burn. I wipe my face in her hair, feeling like it's too much. Our connection is too much. But I can't get enough of it.
"Roman," she cries against my shoulder.
I let out a shaky breath, not sure how to speak the words I'm feeling right now. Not sure how to articulate the emotions that are roaring through my body.
"I missed you," she cries, her tears wetting my neck. I grip her neck, pulling her back so I can see her face. Her cheeks are damp, reddened. Her gray eyes are bloodshot, and her bottom lip trembles, puckered out like she can't control her emotions.
My palms go to her cheeks, wiping her wet face. "You have no idea how much I missed you."
She wiggles, and I set her on the ground. She bends down to grab her bag, suddenly seeming shy.
I hold my hand out to her, not ready to let her go just yet. "Are you ready?"
She looks down at my palm, my large fingers waiting for her small ones. She reaches out, her skin is still so pale, even though the tip of her nose is red, like she's spent a lot of time in the sun. There are bags beneath her eyes, giving away the fact that she hasn't slept in a while.
Like maybe she hasn't slept since the last time she saw me.
That's how it's been for me, at least.
I grab the strap of her bag from her fingers, taking it from her hands. She smiles up at me, and I turn, pulling her through the crowds of people coming and going. I hold her tightly, and I can feel her fingers flexing against mine, as if she doesn't want to let me go either.
Once we're outside, I pull her toward my Jeep. I open the back door, tossing her bag into the back, and slam it shut. She stands with her hands at her sides as she looks at me. I walk up to her, pulling open the passenger-side door. She walks past me, her body brushing against mine. My hand wraps around her waist, and I lean in, needing to touch her again. Needing to smell her. It doesn't feel real. But if this is a dream, fuck, I never want to wake up.
"I can't believe you're here," I breathe in her hair, whispering in her ear. "This doesn't feel real."
Her hand reaches up, running along my jaw. Testing my stubble against her fingers. I haven't shaved in a few days, and it's new to her. She hasn't seen me since I was a teenager. "I'm here, Roman. I'm finally here." Dropping her hand, she slinks into her seat. I shut the door behind her, taking a moment to breathe in the New York air.
This is it. We're finally here. Together.
The drive home is silent. Not much is said. Luna spends her time looking out the window, at the place she's always dreamt of living. She watches all the taxis, the people, the noise, the tall buildings. Everything crammed into a small city.
I do nothing besides reach my hand out, grabbing her fingers that are draped over her lap, lacing my fingers through hers. Her skin is smooth and hot, as if the sun seeped into her body.
She glances over at me, her face a mixture of sadness and relief.
I'm here, I tell her by squeezing her hands. I don't say the words. I don't need to.
Her fingers squeeze back, ever so slightly.I'm here, too, she says.
Her eyes go back out the window, and I finish driving us the rest of the way back to my apartment. I park in the underground parking garage, grabbing her things and opening her door. "Ready?" I ask, holding her door open.
Her face twists, worry and indecision in her gray eyes. "Before we go up, I have to know, are you seeing anyone?"
I frown.What the fuck?
"No." I shake my head, disgusted by her question.
"Do you have any children?" Her voice squeaks out.
A snarl takes over my face, and I take a breath, so I don't snap on her. "Are you kidding me, Luna?"
She frowns. "It's a valid question."
"It's a fucking stupid question, is what it is." I reach in the car, pulling her out. She rocks on her feet, and I steady her, stepping into her bubble. Her hair is dried, a little messy. I push it off her shoulders, revealing her slim neck. "If you needed to ask, then you can ask. But you should know me enough, Luna. I've been waiting for you."
Her body relaxes, the tenseness draining, spilling onto the cement ground. It's dark down here in the parking garage, and every noise and step echoes. "You were that worried? I ask her, her body melded against mine.
She nods against my chest.
