The Bed's Too Big Without You

Part 3

You stared at Stewart the whole time he sat eating, with him quite clearly seeing this, peering at you continually out of the corner of his eyes. Thankfully the restaurant was mostly deserted as it was quite late, so nobody really noticed who they were besides a few workers. When they eventually got up to leave, you quickly rushed towards them and tapped Stewart on the shoulder, to Sting's disappointment, thinking you were approaching him instead. Before Stewart could even say anything as he turned around, Sting butted in.
'You want an autograph sweetie?' He asked, smiling.
'I want Stewart' You said confidently, linking your arm with his, feeling his arm tense slightly and a vein protrude from beneath his skin.
'Guess we won't be seeing you tonight then' He laughed, throwing a few coins on the table for the bill and walking off with Andy, who gave him a wink on the way out.
'Sorry about that' Stewart said, turning to look at you with a sorrowful look in his eyes. 'He's used to girls only wanting him. So, what is it that you wanna do exactly?'
You put your hand in his, which, by the way, was extremely big, and led him outside.
The cool night air was crisp and you could see every breath he took amongst the twinkling stars. There was nobody around and the warm glow of the restaurant gave a strange sense of comfort to the otherwise desolate concrete that was the outside.
'You cold? Here, take my jacket' Stewart said, taking it off and placing it on your shoulders. 'Thanks' You said, putting it on and sitting down on the cold pavement in the parking lot. You pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, offering a drag to Stewart, talking in between passing it to each other.
'Who are you?' He asked with a slightly confused look on his face.
'It doesn't matter about me. I'm right here with you. I don't think you understand the way I feel about you at all, you know. I've been dreaming about fucking you every night for the past year, Stewart. And now I'm here and have the opportunity, all I can do is look at you. Because you're so fucking pretty, it's unreal. Your face is like a dream'
He gave a bashful smile and there was silence for a few seconds.
'I think you're pretty too'
You put your hand out to stroke his pale, svelte face, soft and warm to your chilled fingertips. All you wanted to do was play with his hair and embrace his being.
'Can I play with your hair?' You asked.
'Sure' He beamed, leaning over a little so you could reach his head without having to strain your arm.
His hair was the softest thing to the touch, like golden strands of spun silk. He seemed to like it, closing his eyes occasionally, and after a few seconds, he placed his head in your lap.
For the next three hours, there you both remained, you playing with his fluffy hair, stroking his face and his back whilst talking the entire time, gazing upon his beautiful face for every second you were doing so. You learnt his entire life story for those three hours, as did he of yours. It was mesmerising just to get to know someone you thought so highly of and be so close to them.
'Well, I guess I'd better get home' You said to Stewart, who responded with a sad look on his face.
'Will I see you again?' He asked.
'I hope so'