Heal my heart.

27

Gracie
Alastair opened the door and he looked so worn out and exhausted that I wanted to kiss him then and there. He held eye contact with me for a minute before pulling me into him. I ran my hands through his hair and he groaned in response.
"Are you okay?" I whisper near his ear.
"I just needed you." It felt so good to hear that. To feel like I have a purpose in life and that I'm important to someone. That if I wasn't there, one person out there would be missing me. It feels selfish, but it makes me all tingly inside.
I pull away from him quite reluctantly to survey his face. His eyes are red, I wonder how many times more I'll have to see him like that.
"Why is life so miserable?" He asks me as he combs some fingers through my hair.
"Are you saying this? The only guy I know who is as tough as a rock while standing up to problems is walking away from life?" I ask, keeping my tone calm even when I'm bursting with anxiety.
"I'm going to speak to Mr. Roberts tomorrow." He says.
"What's the stress for?"
"It's just, I've been fighting a lot with Paige over a few days. Not that it bothers me but it's too much to handle. Also," He pauses.
"Continue." I gently coax him.
"I haven't been treating you right. I sure as heck missed you but I didn't check up on you, even asking about you. I really don't-" I shut him up by gently pressing my lips to his. He stiffens but then he responds back with greater fervour. It's passionate, mad, enticing and blind. It's crazy really, how a single kiss has the power to pull our bodies in an electrifying gratification. He cups my face and pins me up against the wall as he plants soft kisses along my jaw. I breathe heavily in delight and he holds me by my waist and pulls me towards the bedroom while continuing his sweet torture. It's so full of hunger and need that I'm ready to be consumed by him. He lays me across the pillows as his eyes glaze over and the lump in his throat becomes more prominent, Adam's apple bouncing up and down.
He shuts the door behind him and I gasp in anticipation. He kisses me again and we've sunk into the sheets before I know it.

I rub my eyes groggily and adjust to the light. As soon as I realize where I am, I wrap the satin sheets tighter around myself. I look at the side to see him sitting on the chair watching me, very intensely. I feel self conscious all of a sudden and dip even deeper into the bed. He gets up and hands me a cup of coffee. I take it and he kisses my forehead. Damn, trust Alastair to make a woman feel so mind numbingly good and then be all sweet and sugar. He is wearing only a black pyjama thingy and his muscled upper body is on display. I take all his details of the chiseled muscles, cut forearms, the nerves that flex as he moves gracefully and the nerve on his neck which still twitches. He turns around to see me noticing him and I blush. Yesterday night. It was so different from that encounter seven years ago. He was more mature, more skilled and he had me unwind in a matter of a few minutes. Just like that time too, there were whispered 'I love yous' and soft breathes. I grin happily at the memory, I felt like a woman after so long. Loved and protected. Like a queen. Surprisingly his touch had enough power to drown all my inferiorities and complexities. He slipped on a black t-shirt, much to my dismay. He came and sat next to me, his tousled hair contributing to the just fucked look.
"I'll drop you home and then I'll go talk to her father."
My stomach dropped. So I was here just for the night. Like he sensed what was going on in my mind, he added,"Do not think that. You can stay here but Paige can drop in any time and we both don't need the drama. I'll drop you off and I'll visit you first thing after meeting the man himself. All that done, you look lovely." I flush at the remark. Out of all the important things he said, my head registered only the last statement. The rest of the time I was too busy catching his lips.

Alastair
She sitting like that, with the sheets wrapped around her lithe body, the shining eyes and hair cascading down the shoulders, I want to take her on that bed again. I take a deep breathe and turn to focus on the little light coming from the bedside lamp.
"I'll change then." She says.
"Yeah okay."
"Leave the room."
I turn to look at her in surprise. So much for a good morning. I kicked a sock lying on the edge of the bed and got up, shutting the door lightly behind me. I take a quick shower in the other bathroom and get out. The door is open. I go inside and see her sitting by the mirror, combing her locks. I watch her from the mirror. Lately I'm getting more and more attached to her. Growing love, it seems. The time we knew each other, fell for each other, wasn't right. Love was there, and love is there now as well, but there's a time for everything. And I hope, I just strongly hope that this is our time.
I adjusted my tie and took the car keys off the table. I took her hands in mine and kissed them. A different kind of anxiety is hanging in the air. Our futures are being decided. It's pathetic really, how other people are deciding our futures. But it's all due to one fuck up I did.
We sit in the car quietly and I start driving. I stop in front of her apartment and before getting down she whispers,"All the best. Please handle this."
"I will." I say and drive off, wondering if I'll be able to keep up to my words.