I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The disagreement

The morning sun streamed through the gauzy curtains, painting the hotel room in a soft, golden light. I stirred, my body still heavy with sleep, and found myself already clinging to Daya. His warmth radiated through me, a comforting weight against my side.

"Tired?" he teased, his voice rough with sleep.

I didn't answer, instead, I pressed my chest against his, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and pulled me onto him. I nestled my face in his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and the hint of the hotels own body wash that he'd lathered himself in, in last nights shower.

Time seemed to melt away as we lay there, oblivious to the world outside our little haven. Eventually, reality intruded. Our flight back to Seattle was fast approaching, and we had to get up and start packing.

Daya's arms tightened around me, his touch a comforting presence. "We can cuddle all day when we get home okay? I promise," he murmured.

I tried to pull away, but my body seemed to resist. I found myself constantly gravitating towards him, wanting nothing more than to be held. He chuckled, "You're a real clingy little thing when you're tired, Sco" he said, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead softly.

He wasn't wrong. I was tired, yes, but my desire to be near him was more than just tiredness, he was my safe place now. I felt my most relaxed and happy when I was against him.

We finally managed to pull ourselves away from the embrace and started to pack our bags. I kept finding myself trying to sit on his lap, or hugging him tightly, unable to resist the urge to be close. He just chuckled and gently steered me away, his touch a comforting constant.

"You're almost done Sco, keep going!" he grinned staring at my neatly packed bags on the floor. As he zipped up his fully packed rucksack.

The quiet of the airport was a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of the city. I sent a quick text to Irene, letting her know we were heading onto the plane. I knew she'd be asleep, she always slept in late these days.

We found our seats and Daya put his hand onto my thigh, his touch a steady grounding force in the chaotic space of the plane. I wrapped my arm around his, pulling his hand close.

"What's wrong, Sco?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern. "You're never this clingy." He gently ruffled my hair.

I didn't know how to answer. He was right, I wasn't usually this clingy. But something about last night had left me wanting nothing more than to be in his arms. It was the way he'd held me after I'd told him to stop, the way he stopped right away, the fear in his eyes that he'd hurt me badly and  the way he held me in his arms the rest of the night so he knew I was okay.

I loved him so much it hurt.

His eyes softened, and he seemed to understand. "Is it because of last night?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

I nodded, my throat constricting with emotion. Every time I thought I couldn't love him more, I fell deeper.

He smiled, a genuine, heart-melting smile that made my insides melt. "You can cuddle up on me all day when we get home," he promised, gently kissing my forehead.

I leaned into his touch, the warmth of his lips a comforting balm against my anxieties. 

Hand in hand, we waited for the plane to take off, our fingers intertwined. The flight felt fast, I spent the full time curled up the best I could against Daya in the uncomfortable plane seats. 

The smell of home hit me as I stepped through the door, a mix of lavender candles and Daya's cologne clinging to the air. It felt so nice to be back in our apartment. I rushed over to see Bandit, our hamster, waddling around in his cage. His little grey body with the black eye patches was always a welcome sight.