Six Degrees of Seperation (Book Two in the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 4

We've gotten back to Rina's. Turns out the couple have separate houses but constantly stay together in Rina's place. Mark has his own place for his music related stuff that would, in his eyes, bore Rina stupid. Rina's adamant that she wouldn't mind, but at the end of the day, she doesn't mind him having his own space. It strengthens their relationship, and that's all that matters to them.

In the spare bedroom that we've taken up, Glen's laying on the bed whilst I unpack my stuff. We're here for two weeks, so I've packed a load of stuff. Glen, as the typical bloke he is, has only packed the bare minimum. He'll run out of stuff sooner or later and then go moaning at me. Oh well. He can suck it up.

“What d'you think?” he asks me.

“It's amazing!” I turn to him and smile. “I can hardly believe we're here.”

“Come here.” He holds his arms out to me, beckoning me into them. And I willingly fall into them, sitting myself comfortably on his lap and wrapping my legs around him.

“I love you,” he purrs.

“I love you too.” I kiss his nose. “So what d'you think of them?”

“Rina and Mark? They seem cool. You and Rina will get on like a house on fire, I can tell.”

“Yeah. I can't believe I was so worried.”

“You weren't worried about Rina.”

God damn it. Why can't I keep anything from him?

“No.”

“You have nothing to worry about. They're awesome. I can tell. I'm an amazing judge of character.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I knew from the second I laid eyes on you that you were special. And look how right I was.”

“Psh. Sure.” I get up and go carry on unpacking. Something is bothering me, and I need to air it. I turn back to him. “D'you find it strange that they have separate houses?”

“How d'you mean?”

“You know. They don't officially live together. He has his own place for some downtime. Is that weird?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want a place of your own? For some alone time?”

“No.”

“Why not? What makes it different for you?”

“I don't know.”

“There's got to be something.”

“There isn't, babe.” He gets up and comes to hug me. “I love living with you. And I don't want my own space. You give me time when I need it. What else would I possibly need?”

I stand in his arms for some time. He's probably right. I'm just being silly. I'm happy with the way we are. Sure, we argue every so often, but what couple doesn't? The make-up sex is more than enough to ignore a few lover's tiffs. We're happy together, and I can see a real future with this man.

But there's that little part of me that wonders why Mark and Rina have separate houses. Is there something yet to come in our relationship? Something that will make us want to spend time apart?

I feel his growl on my chest and his teeth against my throat. Ah, I was wondering when this would happen.

“Oh, is something the matter?” I tease. Another growl.

“Want.”

This is one of the very rare times that I have complete control of this situation. Usually, Glen has me reduced to jelly at this point. But there are days where I can do whatever I want to him for as long as I see fit until I decide to put him out of his misery. And I want to take advantage of this moment.