WRITTEN IN THE SCARS

I want you

*** continues from previous chapter TROUBLE'S COMING***

We knew that stupid movie by heart, nonetheless, it was still making us laughing hard, no matter if we could repeat almost every line of it. Miles' loud laughs filled my heart with happiness because I knew that he wasn't just laughing at the brilliant jokes of the script; I could hear more than a noise. The way Miles was laughing meant that he felt safe, that both his heart and soul were drenched with joy and it was a conquest for me given what had happened in the previous hour. We had an argument, a pretty harsh one, but we didn't just get over it; we had managed to solve it for real and the realisation fuelled my optimism because there would be many hard moments to face. As much as I was enjoying being into a committed relationship and I was lucky to share my life with my soulmate, I was aware that we were two different people and that we would inevitably get on each other's nerves, even if less frequently than any other couples living under the same roof and dealing with daily problems.

"Are you sleepy?" Miles tilted his head backward to check on me given the fact that I had not joined him saying the usual well-known joke.

"No; I was just sipping on my beer," I replied and I kissed the top of his nose before squeezing him to let him know that I was okay and happy.

"Hand me that beer," he said and we went on enjoying every minute of the movie while feeding each other and emptying the cans of beer. When Miles announced that he was about to put the last piece of popcorn into my mouth, I held Miles' hand and licked the salty fingers after he released the piece in my mouth. It's been a spontaneous gesture, something I found myself doing out of nowhere and given the fact that Miles was sitting into my arms and legs, I wasn't able to see the expression on his face. However, he didn't take to much to show his reaction to my gesture because he turned to face me almost immediately.

"You're such a damn tease, Alexander."

"I swear it was an innocent lick, Miles," I hurried to reply holding my hands up and he shot me a mischievous look I knew very well.

"Oh yes... I believe you, Turner... you accidentally licked my fingers, no subtle meaning behind the innocent gesture," he said, and after delivering another lustful look, he gently pushed me down on my back and his lips crashed on mine. It was pretty evident that Miles felt so bold and more lighthearted than usual only because of the alcohol in his veins; to be honest, the alcohool in his system wasn't that much but in the past two years he had turned into a health freak, banishing any kind of poison, even if pleasurable ones. After discovering about Haylee, he had quit smoking and after the moment of desperation that followed Sydney's death, he had quit drinking. During the long holiday in Miami, when he found himself taking care of his daughter by himself, he felt the weight of the responsibility of being a single parent and the result was that his body had never been so healthy thanks to the organic and no processed food, the gym and, obviously, the lack of cigs and alcohol. He was as fit as a fiddle and I was obviously happy for that; he was so handsome that he took my breath away, he looked ten years younger than me and his body was lean with the right amount of muscles, absolutely amazing to look, touch and caress but the other side of the coin was that it took him only a couple of beers to feel dizzy. And right now I couldn't help but think that he looked more gorgeous, kissable and fuckable than he had ever been.

"Sorry if I accidentally kissed you, Turner," he said in a mocking tone. "But I swear it was an innocent gesture," he added and I couldn't help but chuckle. We went on smiling and laughing in between the kisses and the other stupid things we were telling each other as the movie was going on playing in the background. I was happy, he was happy and we were connected on another level, feeling the complicity we had always had when we were a couple. However, as much as I was enjoying the feeling, his mood and what he was doing so enthusiastically, I wanted him to be more present in case something else was about to happen and I decided it was better not to make him drink anything else but water.