Kissing Razors | Tony Perry

20) Bakery

"Tonyyyyyyy," I groan, burying my face in the palms of my hands and tilting my head back dramatically. The frustration in my voice is evident

I've been out of the hospital for a few weeks now, and since then, Tony hasn't left my side once. I'm supposed to be going out just to drive around with Sierra and maybe grab some food, but Tony insists I'm not allowed to leave his sight...

"I don't want you getting hurt again. I can't let that happen," Tony urges, his voice laced with concern as his hands wrap around my wrists and gently pull them away from my face. His eyes search mine, pleading for me to understand his worry. His expression is a mix of anxiety and determination, making it clear that his insistence comes from a place of deep care.

"Tony, it's just a little drive," I say seriously, holding his face gently in my hands to make my point. "I haven't seen Sierra in literally weeks. I promise you, I will be okay." I try to convey the seriousness in my eyes, hoping he'll understand that a couple of hours out won't cause any harm.

He lets out a long sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he mumbles, "Fine." A smile stretches across my face in relief. I lean in to give him a quick, affectionate kiss on his lips, feeling a surge of warmth as I prepare to leave. But just as I turn to hurry toward the front door, Tony pulls me back with a sense of urgency, his lips finding mine in a deeper, more passionate kiss.

His hands slide to my waist, pulling me closer as if to anchor me in place. My fingers grasp the sides of his shirt, holding on as the kiss deepens, an unspoken exchange of emotions passing between us. Our lips move together with a familiar rhythm, and I can taste the faint hint of warm liquor on his breath.

I've noticed recently that Tony has been drinking a bit more than usual. He's not getting drunk, but he's been drinking a few a day, and it's starting to concern me.

"I love you," he mumbles as he pulls away, his voice soft and full of affection. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear with a gentle touch before pressing his lips to the top of my head in a tender gesture.

"I love you too," I whisper, feeling a flutter of warmth in my chest. I lean in to place a quick, reassuring kiss on his cheek, savoring the comfort of his closeness. Reluctantly, I pull away and head toward the door. As I reach for the handle, I grab my phone from the counter.

"Call me if something happens," Tony calls out as I open the door, his voice tinged with worry.

"I promise I will," I respond, giving him a reassuring smile before the door swings shut behind me. Just as it clicks into place, Sierra's car pulls up to the front of my house. The sound of her horn blares repeatedly, the sharp beeps echoing through the quiet street. I can see her through the window, waving animatedly.

With a sigh, I jog down the steps, opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat. "Sorry for the delay," I say as I fasten my seatbelt. Sierra grins, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let's go before Tony starts sending out a search party!" she jokes as we pull away from the curb.

I snort at her joke, the sound escaping before I can stop it. My gaze drifts out the window, watching the familiar scenery pass by as I savor the moment of calm.

"How are you and Kellin doing? How's the pregnancy going?" I ask, my voice tinged with genuine curiosity and excitement. A broad smile spreads across my face as I turn back to Sierra, who's practically glowing with her own anticipation.

Her eyes light up, reflecting the joy and contentment she feels. "It's been amazing," she starts quickly, her voice brimming with happiness. "Kellin's been incredible— he always is but you know, EXTRA incredible and the pregnancy itself is going really well. We've had a couple check-ups, and everything looks great. In like, a week or something now we can find out the gender it's just all moving so fast... I'm kinda shitting myself actually," she blurts out as she looks at me cringing for a moment.