The Royal Heir - Dancing with my eyes closed

Another weekend of missing you

You know that feeling when your alarm goes off and you feel super disorientated? Like, why did I set an alarm? Where even am I?

Well that's me right now.

I figure out the answer to question number two first, and it's the right answer. Ahhh. I'm with Tommy. All curled up in his bed with him, all warm and cosy. I don't want to be anywhere else.

Then my slowly waking brain answers question number one. It's Friday, and I'm flying to LA this morning for tomorrow's world premiere of The Royal Romance! My car leaves for the airport at 7, I still need to finish packing, and I want to say a proper goodbye to Bella before I go...

And I want to say a proper goodbye to Tommy too.

Still wrapped in his arms, I stretch over to silence my phone alarm. He's still asleep; my alarm didn't rouse him. He did assure me last night that he was happy for me to wake him up early so we could snuggle for a bit before I have to go. But, we both know he's not exactly a morning person.

I contemplate my opening move. I decide to wiggle my foot against his. There's a spot on his foot that drives him wild when I touch it. And my big toe knows exactly where it is.

He's a little taller than me, so I have to edge down a little to reach it, but my efforts are rewarded when he lets out a soft sigh and pulls me closer.

"Rise and shine, wine guy," I murmur.

"Uh, what time is it?"

"5.30," I tell him. "Well. Probably 5.31 by now."

A groan now, and he rubs his eyes, which he still hasn't opened. "Know what, you're the only thing worth waking up at 5.31 for."

"Well, I'm not convinced you are awake yet," I chuckle, tickling his waist and watching the first smile of the day settle on his lips.

"Part of me is," he explains, and yeah, okay, I'm feeling the evidence of that now against my leg. I reach downwards and into his boxers and the moan I get in response is music to my ears.

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," I tease. "But, I thought we were waking up for cuddles before I go..." Now his hand's in my boxers. "Still.. I guess there'll still be time for cuddles if we're qu.. oh god, that's gooooood..."

And it is good. It's ten minutes or maybe more of touching each other exactly how we like to be touched. It's the perfect start to the day. And when he finally opens his eyes and I see them for the first time today along with all the emotion in them, it carries me over and I'm gone. I'm gasping his name and why would I ever want to leave this room, let alone this country, because he's everything I need and more. I kiss his neck as he sighs out his own release, we came pretty close together there.

"Wanna join me in the shower?" I ask him once we've both come back down to reality.

He shakes his head. "Figured I'd dose off again when you go. Get a quick dream in about you before I have to start work." There's a soppy grin on his face, and I have to say I approve of his plan.

I shower, then I quickly shave and brush my teeth (a spare toothbrush, razor and toiletries now reside in Tommy's bathroom for mornings such as this) and while I do these things I ponder the day ahead. A long, long flight. Followed by a tricky day tomorrow. I honestly wish Tommy could come with me. But even if he had got his passport sorted by now (and yes, the application is in the post), it would raise a whole load of questions. Questions that I think I'm almost ready to answer, but maybe not while I'm on a red carpet and the world's press are snapping pictures of me.

I'm actually going it completely alone on this trip. The movie studios are going to provide security for me while I'm there, so Mara can stay at home with Bella. Drake offered to head over with me again, but I told him I would be fine. That I'm in a better place, that I'm not going to let Miley get into my head again. And because he's (rightly) convinced I'm seeing someone, he accepted that.