He places his forehead on mine as we catch our breath, our bodies slick with exhaustion. We both let out a long breath and look at each other for a long silent moment, basking in the aftermath of our pleasure.
He caresses my cheek with his thumb as he shakes his head looking into my eyes. "I was empty without you, baby," he whispers.
I think about him going to work tomorrow and suddenly my chest begins to ache. The seriousness in his eyes makes me wish I never had to live without him, not even for a day, not even for an hour. And the more I think about it, the less I know if I can handle it. He pulls out of me slowly, slower when he sees me cringe, and lays beside me.
He shifts my body to face him and tilts my face to him, looking at me with concerned eyes. "What's wrong?" he coos.
"I don't think I can do it," I cry. "I don't think I can stay here without you."
"Shhh," he soothes, pulling my face to his chest. "We're going to be okay, baby. Everything's going to be okay."
The next morning, feather soft kisses all over my face wake me up. I stretch out my body and open my eyes and my smile falters when I see that Cole is already wearing a sharp charcoal business suit and tie. My stomach drops at the sight of him ready to go, despite my being the reason he's going back to work. I do want him to go, I just feel uneasy about being without him again so soon. I just got him back.
"You're leaving?" I groan.
He chuckles, shaking his head. "Yes, sleepyhead...and you're coming with me."
"I am?" I ask wide-eyed.
"You are," he replies with a crooked grin.
"Are you sure?" I ask, fidgeting my fingers, which he stills with his hand so that I look at him.
"I'm positive. Get up."
I do as I'm told and get ready as fast as I can before hopping to the kitchen on one foot as I put on my other shoe. I smile at Cole's broad back and watch him as he washes the dishes and hums along to whatever tune is playing in his head.
"Ready?" he asks, his back still facing me.
"Yes, sir," I reply sweetly while fluttering my eyes even though he can't see me.
He turns around with heated eyes that roam my body slowly. "I like that," he says before winking at me and walking toward me, handing me a brown paper bag and a cup of coffee. "Let's go, school girl," he adds with a laugh.
"School girl?" I ask, smiling as I look into the bag. "Oh this smells so good. Thank you."
"Bacon and egg wrap. I didn't have time to make you pancakes this morning."
I smile at his thoughtfulness. It's cute that he would apologize for not making me my favorite breakfast, even though he made me something anyway. He kisses the top of my head and grabs his jacket from the couch before escorting me out. Bruce and Spencer meet us outside the door and Cole informs them that we're going to a building downtown. We sit in the backseat of my car and let Bruce drive us since Cole is already running late to catch his flight.
"Did you get my ticket?" I ask, suddenly panicking.
He looks at his watch and exhales. "Yup. Got it while you showered. I hope we make the damn flight. I hate running late-" His voice fades off as he continues to ramble about being late and I stop paying attention.
"Who are you interviewing?" I ask as I wipe his eyebrow with my thumb. He gives me a crooked smile and I stop mid-wipe and scrunch my eyebrows in expectation.
"A pitcher from the Mets," he replies, his eyes sparkling in amusement. "Number twenty-three." My hand and mouth drop simultaneously and I can only stare at him as he bites down on his lip to stifle a laugh.
"No way! You're interviewing Jack Carter?" I squeal, fully turning in my seat to face him. "Like THE Jack Carter? Like Jack Effin' Carter?"
He laughs, pulling me close to him in the seat, but I back away with my hand on his chest and look at him expectantly.
"Yes, 'the' Jack Carter," he says, air quoting as he rolls his eyes. "Are you going to go all groupie on him and shit? You know, now that I think about it, the only sports item you have in your closet is his jersey. Maybe I'll make you wait outside while I interview him."
I gasp, widening my eyes in disbelief. "You wouldn't! He's my favorite player ever! Besides, I have Gregory's jersey too!"
"Babe, you have Greg's jersey because it's him and he sent it to you as a gift! You're sitting here fucking drooling over Carter and we're not even in New York yet."
He shakes lint off the sleeve of his suit jacket and turns his head to face his window, looking away from me.
"Aww you're jealous! How cute," I say playfully as I laugh and take my seat belt off to sit on his lap, gaining his full attention again. "But you know you're the only guy I would ever drool over, right?" I kiss him on both cheeks and then on the lips.
"I better be," he growls as he bites down on my lip. When I shimmy out of his lap and back to my side of the seat, I smile widely at him.
"He does have a nice ass, though," I reply, trying to hold in my laughter.
He looks at me with a serious face for a couple of seconds before his lips break out in a grin. "Nice ass?" he asks, pursing his lips and nodding his head slowly. "All right, I'll remember where your eyes are the next time we're at a game and the cheerleaders stand in front of us to do their little routine."
"Not funny, jerk," I say, flashing him my middle finger, which makes him laugh loudly and lean in for a kiss before he wraps his arm around my shoulder and tucks me into his side. I sigh happily as I lean into the comfort of his hold, but my heart drops when we drive by the park and awful memories flood my mind. I feel him stiffen beside me and hug me a little tighter.
"I read your letter," I whisper. He backs away a little and lifts my chin to look at him.
"Which one?" he asks softly.
"The one you wrote after I broke up with you. How many were there?" I ask with a small laugh, hoping to lighten the mood a little.
"There were many letters," he says with a sad smile before kissing the top of my head.
"Well, I read that one. Aubry brought it-"
"We're here," Bruce interrupts as the car comes to a stop in front of the airport.
Cole searches my face before exhaling. "I meant ever
y word that letter said, but it doesn't matter anymore. I have you now and neither of us is going anywhere. I loved you then, I love you now, and I'll love you always. You've always been it for me, Blake." He kisses my smiling lips before opening the door and pulling me out of the car with him. Photographers and journalists are waiting for us as soon as we step out of the car. They're all shouting questions about my disappearance and my kidnapper as Spencer shields us from them and Cole rushes me into the airport.
I leaf through a magazine while Cole gets our trip sorted out in the business lounge of the airline. When he comes back, he hands me our tickets, and I put down the magazine to make sure our seats are together.
"I think I got the window seat," I say with a smile, making him frown. Cole hates not sitting by the window.
"Nope, I doubt it," he replies as he scrolls through his phone and types.
"Umm...I'm pretty sure A is the window seat, just saying," I say still smiling.
"It doesn't really matter, Blake, you know I'm sitting there anyway," he quips.
"I wouldn't bet on it," I respond, picking the magazine back up to continue idly looking at pictures. I don't care where I sit, I just love that he gets defensive about his window seats. I've had to listen to enough of his stories to know that he hates arguing with passengers about sitting there.
He lets out a breath and puts his phone away in the breast pocket of his jacket. "Are we seriously having this conversation right now?"
I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing at his serious face. "Are you really going to pout about it?" I razz.
"I'm not pouting! You know I hate sitting in the aisle and middle seat! My legs are too long for people to cross and go to the bathroom! And why the hell do people go to the bathroom during a two-hour flight anyway? I don't get it! Did they not know they had to pee before boarding the airplane?" he exclaims, throwing his hands up as his eyebrows draw together and his jaw grinds.
I sputter in laughter, tears forming in my eyes at his outburst. "You're so cute," I say with a smile, grabbing both sides of his face and giving him a smack on the lips.