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When I send her a picture of my bowl, she doesn’t respond, but by the time I actually get around to eating, it’s well past ten p.m., so I’m guessing she’s asleep already.
When I move into my studio the next day—at the respectable hour of nine—I leave my door open and my headphones askew so I’ll hear her come in.
Despite that, I don’t actually hear her until she knocks on my doorframe. I tear the headphones off and launch myself at her. She lets out an “oomph” of surprise when I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her neck. I’ve missed her, and it’s only been two days since I last saw her.
I guess this is what happens when you fall in love.
And when you spend all your waking time with someone.
“I’m so glad you are back.” I trail kisses up her neck to her mouth, occasionally licking and dragging my barbell against her skin while she shivers. My hand slides down to cup her perfect ass. When she gasps, I slide into her mouth with my tongue, tasting and licking until we’re both panting.
“We had the most amazing meeting with the band,” I tell her, too excited to contain myself. I’m bubbling over with things to talk about, and for fuck’s sake, it’s only been two days. I want to tell her about every moment of it. “We have an album.”
She blinks, her mind catching up to my words. “That’s great.” Her eyebrows draw together. “Chris, I—”
“Hang on, that’s not the best part.”
She’s seen me through the worst of this year, and she, more than anyone, understands the pressure I’ve been putting on myself to write.
“It’s better than great. It’s going to be a really fucking good album.” I press myself into her and sip small kisses from her mouth while I tell her about everything that happened after she left the concert. She laughs about my fight with Alwin and listens intently while I describe the four of us coming together and messing with our lyrics, passing lines back and forth, and scratching melodies onto notebooks.
I don’t stop my love assault, though. My hands knead until I lift her leg up and wrap it around my hips. Her eyes go a little dazed when our bodies line up just right.
“Remember the song Lebengenießer that I played for you last week?”
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathy.
“You should hear the bass lines June’s written for it. You could totally do yoga to it.”
She smiles, and it’s dreamy. “You were thinking of me while working with the band?”
I thrust my hips into her. “I think about you constantly.”
“Chris . . .”
I love her like this. I love her. “We’re going to get together next week in London,” I tell her.
Kiss. I could take her here in my studio. I could bend her over the desk and pull those yoga pants down and fuck her on the broad, polished wood, or . . .
“Come with me. I’ll get us a flat in the city with enough room for you to do yoga, and I’ll fly you back to Munich whenever you want to see Zoe.”
Sara pushes away from me, her palm on my heaving chest. Her breaths match mine, her chest rising and falling and pulling my gaze down. She’s still in her clothes from the train ride, so she’s got a sweatshirt on which I am dying to help her out of, even if it is just to see which sports bra she has on today.
When my eyes roam back up to meet hers, though, there’s a small crease between her brow. Her teeth have caught her bottom lip and are gnawing at it. The arousal haze is gone from her eyes, and she’s studying me.
I reach up and pull her lip gently from her mouth and then smooth my thumb over it.
“What’s wrong?”
“You want me to move in with you? In London?”
“Yes.” I smile, but she doesn’t return it.
Her chest presses against mine as she takes a deep breath. And then another, and then she pushes me farther away from her like she can’t breathe. “First, I need to apologize.” Sara holds my gaze, steady and serious. “I overreacted about the bonbon.”
I tilt my head. “You were scared. I understand why you did it. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. Even if it was just pot, bad reactions happen, and they shouldn’t be taken lightly either.”
She nods. “Thank you. The thing is . . . I’m going back to Texas.”
