MENDED

twenty-six

saylor

a few days after we returned to new york from los angeles, (we as in me, alex, and miguel, because jessie is staying there for a few more days) i'm in alex's apartment. we've been sitting around the house all morning, not really doing much of anything except be in the other's presence. it's been quite peaceful, and i've enjoyed it.

"hey, baby?" i called out to alex, who had gotten up to get a glass of water.

"yes?" they looked over at me as they raised a brow. they gave me their full, undivided attention.

"i think i'ma go out for a little bit; get some fresh air and maybe run some errands," i told them as i stood up from my seat on the couch.

"right now?" they asked as they tilted their head slightly. i noticed the way their lips turned down ever so slightly.

"yes, lovey," i let out a small laugh. "i won't be gone for long, i promise. just for a little bit; an hour or two tops."

they seemed like they were no longer interested in a glass of water as they walked over towards me. "let me walk you to the door then," they gave a playfully dramatic sigh, which made me giggle.

they grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers as they walked me over to the front door. i let out a surprised gasp as they swiftly turned me around to face them. my back was to the still closed door as i looked up at them. they moved their hands down to my waist.

"be safe, yeah?" they asked as they searched my eyes. i lifted my own hands to hold their biceps.

"i will be," i assured with a nod and a smile.

they leaned down, and they buried their face into my neck. "i love you," they murmured against my neck, their lips grazing my skin with each syllable. "you know that?" they asked lowly before they pressed a kiss to where my shoulder and neck meets, which made me let out an audible breath.

they hands slipped under my shirt, so that i could feel the warmth from their rough hands against my bare waist. "i know," i whispered in response. i was quickly melting like putty in their hands; they knew exactly what they were doing.

"alex," i murmured as my hands slid further up their arms and as they continued to places kisses across my neck.

"yes, darling?" they asked lowly. their hands slowly creeped up my waist.

jesus christ.

"let's go to your room," i breathed out.

they paused for a split, barely noticeable second. "are you sure?"

"positive," i answered as i cupped their face and pulled their lips to mine.

•

i'm not sure how much later it is. me and alex are still in their bedroom. i moved to straddle their lap, and they looked up at me awestruck.

i love that even after all this time, they still look at me awestruck, like they did before we even realized we had feelings for each other.

i leaned down, and i started to press slow kisses to their neck. i could hear their breath catch in their throat.

"saylor," they whispered as their hands grabbed my waist.

i stopped. "is this okay, baby?"

they were silent for a few, long seconds. i could feel their chest rise and fall a bit more intensely than it usually does. "it's okay," they finally answered. "it's— yeah."

"you sure?" i double-checked.

"yes. keep going, angel," they told me breathily.

with that, i continued to press kisses to their neck. i started to trail them down their chest. i placed a few over the scars there, which made them take in a sharp breath. i looked up to see their reaction, and they gave me a small nod. i couldn't help but notice that their breathing was steadily getting quicker and less consistent.