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

Chapter 6

It's come to the end of the two weeks. This is no longer a holiday for me. This is my new home. I've accepted one of the jobs which is nearby the flat, I've told my family that I won't be coming back and asked them to send over most of my stuff. This is all becoming real. Next week I'm going to speak to the producers who will be deciding my fate. It's all happening for me.

But like I said. The two weeks is ending today. And that means Glen is leaving.

I've woken up before him, and I can't bring myself to wake him up yet. The peaceful look on his face is just too adorable and I can't imagine not seeing it when I wake up tomorrow morning.

How the hell am I going to manage without him? I have no idea. He's the glue holding me together. Whenever I stress out, it's him who calms me down. When I'm scared, he keeps me safe. When I'm happy, he's bouncing along aside me with that goofy grin on his face. He's my everything. How can a person survive when their heart is taken away?

Glen hums, and I know that this moment is over. He's waking up, and my little bubble of happiness is about to be broken. When he wakes up, this day will start. And he's going to leave me. I can't take it.

His arm tightens around me as he pulls himself out of his dreams. A tiny whine escapes his throat and he kisses my neck.

“Hey,” he breathes.

I don't answer. I can't answer. My throat is so tight and I can feel the tears burning. I know that he can sense it too, because he doesn't say a word. We just lie there in silence for a few minutes. He draws little shapes on my stomach. I'm not really sure what they are, and to be honest, it doesn't really matter. I know it's his little quirk to try and soothe me without letting me know. It's one of the few things he does that doesn't actually work on me. But that's okay. I know he's trying.

I clear my throat.

“Have you...” I clear it again. I need to stop the shaking. “Have you packed?”

“Yeah.”

I nod. I need to just keep talking. Otherwise...

“Are you...um...have you...”

He's kissing my face softly, and my throat tightens even more.

“Shh.”

“I just...you...”

“Shh.”

I look at him through blurry eyes.

“Glen,” I whimper.

“I know, babe,” he soothes as he pulls me towards him. The kiss is heated and takes me completely off guard. But it's exactly what I need right now. My hands dig themselves into his hair and I drag him on top of me. I need this. More than I can handle.

Glen groans at my forcefulness and pulls away.

“Slow down, babe,” he pants.

I growl and pull him back towards me. I don't want him to talk. I just want...

“Emie. Stop. Slow down.”

“No. I need this.”

“Emie...”

“You're leaving me! You're going and you're leaving me all by myself. And this is the last time...”

“And d'you want our last time to be like this?”

I stop dead, glaring at him. How dare he...

“I know you're upset, babe. I'm upset too. It kills me that I'm leaving today. But do you really want to look back in a few weeks and know that it was just a rough, rushed moment? Because I don't. I want to remember every little part of you. Every little mole, freckle, breath. I want to close my eyes and remember this moment and relive it over and over, and know how magical it was to be with you. That's what I want.”