Miss Me; When I'm Gone (editing)

CHAPTER 32 (Blair)

Blair

A ringing in the distance interrupted my dreams, and I turned in circles to look for the source. I saw nothing but the clouds around me. The ringing stopped, but then started up again. Frustrated, I stomped my feet, but then it dawned on me. This was a dream.

My eyes snapped open, and the ringing was my cellphone. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked for it, still a little disorientated. The sun hasn't risen, and it was still very dark outside. It had taken me forever to fall asleep.

My phone continued to ring until, finally, I saw the screen glowing in the darkness. I climbed out of bed and picked it up from where it had fallen to the floor. Cowboy boots. Travis.

"Hello," I said in a hoarse whisper.

"You have someone at your door. Could you open it so both of you can crawl back into bed and go to sleep?" He asked in his deep, sexy drawl, on the other end of the line.

I frowned, then I heard the knock. It took me a few seconds to register that Travis was at my door. I dropped my phone on to the bed and took off running to open the door. Why was he here? His phone call earlier tonight had been short and it had worried me. He hadn't even asked me to read to him. This was why. He was coming to see me. I threw open the door, and he stepped into he apartment, looking as perfect as always. It was then that I realised my hair was probably sticking up everywhere. I hadn't even checked myself in the mirror. But he was here, and I just didn't care about anything else.

"Sorry I woke you up, but I didn't want to sleep in the truck all night when  I could crawl into bed and sleep with my girl in my arms."

Swoon. This man and his words. I grinned.mi was so happy to see him I couldn't help it. I knew I had the silly grin on my face that I got Helen I was giddy. But having Travis here made me giddy. I hadn't expected to see him again so soon, and after the week I've had so far, I needed this.

Just being with him fixed everything. He closed the distance between us and ran his hand over my hair with an amused smirk on his lips.

"I like this. I like seeing you like this."

I wanted to melt into him. "You're here," was all I could say.

"I am. We can talk about it tomorrow. Let's  get you back to bed."

He was coming with me. This was.... Oh crap. I was dreaming. I would have bet this was a dream. It was the only thing that made sense. I didn't want this to be a dream. I wanted him to be here, dammit.

"Pinch me," I told him as his hand slipped to my lower back.

He frowned. "why would I do that?"

"To prove I'm not dreaming," I explained.

His deep chuckle made me tingle all  over. "How about I do this instead?" He said, just before his mouth covered mine.

I had started to open up for him when he gently but my bottom lip with a small nip that caused me to jump.

"See, baby? You're awake," he said, sliding his hand down over my bottom and squeezing it once before moving it back up to my lower back.

I wanted more of that, but he was once again leading me back to the bedroom.

"Why are you here?" I asked, when he straightened the messy covers and pulled them back for me. I crawled in obediently.

"Because I needed to see you." He said simply.

I watched him take of his boots and unbutton his flannel shirt and throw it onto the chair. He was wearing an undershirt that fir so snugly I could make out every beautiful line of definition on his chest and back. When he turned to get into bed beside me, I pulled the covers back for him. I didn't want him to think he still had to sleep on the top. He still had on his jeans. Those couldn't be comfortable.