The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 3

The morning comes and the events of the night are forgotten. In fact, it's like it never happened. Once our love took over, nothing else mattered. So all we had left was to pack our stuff, leave the hotel and catch the flight back to sunny London. And by sunny, I mean torrential rain. Oh, the fun...

I huddle up to him as we soar over the seas, watching him as he watches the world go by below him. The wonder in his eyes is beautiful, the hint of a smile on his lips warming my heart. What could he possibly be thinking?

Perhaps he's wondering what it would be like to dance on the clouds. Feel the soft puffs of white beneath his bare feet as he sways with me in the moonlight. Kicking up little shapes as we spin and twirl, laughing as we lose ourselves completely in our own wonderland high in the sky.

Or maybe he's imagining the coolness of the sea against his skin. How it would feel to swim in an ocean, surrounded by beautifully coloured fish and magical creatures. Treading water in an endless pool of blue. Never tiring. Never sinking. Just floating under the stars, letting the waves push him in whatever direction that it sees fit.

Whatever it is, he's enjoying the thought. The twinkle in his eyes always makes my heart melt. I almost feel guilty as I kiss his cheek, bringing him back from his dizzy daydreams. He smiles warmly at me, bringing the arm that isn't already around me to rest on my hip. He sighs in content, nuzzling my nose softly as we both close our eyes.

And we stay like that. Just breathing in the love between us. Falling further and further into each other's soul. A perfect moment that has no way of being ruined.

We walk hand in hand down the walkway, shivering as the harsh wind of England catches us off guard. Before I can stop him, his jacket is around my shoulders, along with a protective arm. I pull it closed around me, leaning my body into his. This is how it's meant to be. In the arms of my hero. For the rest of time.

As we wait for our suitcases to appear, we share tiny kisses between gleeful giggles. We can feel the eyes of other passengers, but that only makes us worse. I'm pretty sure I spot our suitcases slide past us a couple of times, but I'm too caught up in the feel of his lips to care. It takes an irritated worker's cough to break us apart.

Through the swarms of strangers, we make our way to the waiting area. Knowing that our lift is right there to take us back to reality. So we take our time. Pausing every so often, making up a shitty excuse. But we both know we just want to live in this perfect bubble we've created.

But even when we see the familiar faces of our friends, that feeling doesn't leave. The grin on Mark's face and the bounce in Dan's step doesn't really feel real yet. Even as they pull me into their arms as we reach them, I can only just feel their embrace. I'm still in the world of my dreams. And as I glance at Glen over Mark's shoulder, his eyes confirm that he's exactly the same.

The car ride back is a blur. I hear the chattering of the boys in the front, but they seem so distant to me. My eyes are locked on the one that I love, losing myself in his smile. Watching his face light up as he catchs up with his band mates makes my heart swell. The sound of his laugh is like music to my ears. The way he scratches behind his ear as the boys harass him with questions of sex. His little nervous quirk.

How did I spend so long away from him? How did I manage to breathe without him? Because the thought of losing him just kills me.

As they continue to ramble, his eyes fall on me. His face relaxes, eyes softening and grin fading to a whisper. I trace the line of his jaw with my finger, amazed at just how perfect he is. As he tilts his head, I take the opportunity to catch my thumb under his chin. With my encouragement, he leans into me. The kiss we share sends fireworks flying behind my lids. The feel of his hand, gently holding my hip, propels me into his body. Only true love can do this to a person...

“Excuse me!” Mark's voice only just manages to get through the wall we've built around us. “No fucking in my car, thank you very much!”

I grin into Glen's lips, sensing his frustration. Mark always has the ability to ruin a moment. But I don't think that will stop Glen today. And as he grunts against my mouth, slipping his hand under my shirt as carefully as he can, it just confirms that he is a slave to his needs right now. The shiver it sends through me is just so good...

“Hands where I can see them, Power!”

The colours that fly out of Glen's mouth make us all laugh as he slumps back against the door in a sulk. The pout on his face is so adorable. I snuggle right up against him, pulling his arm around me. My head fits just perfectly under his chin. Like he was built just for me.

He hums, smiling into my hair. Our fingers entwine as he pulls me closer, and I close my eyes. The safety of his arms rarely fails to soothe me. And as the light rumbling of the car sings its song, I fall into a doze against his chest. Completely content. This is how it's meant to be.

We can barely wave them off fast enough as they drop us off before we fall into our house, entangled in one another. Layer upon layer, we shuffle our way out of our clothes, stumbling into the bedroom to the sound of our blissful laughter. The careful precision in which he lays me down sends me into a whirl of ecstasy and I can hardly control myself as he climbs on top. And as he pushes forward, the whines of pleasure echo through the rooms as we lose ourselves to our instincts.

His body shudders with lust, moulding into my own like a glove. How can two people love each other so perfectly as we do? It's almost criminal they way he knows what I need, what I want, and what I'm going to want. We were made for each other. In every way.

Once the moment has passed and we lay together in our comedowns, I think to myself how lucky I am. He could have chosen anyone. Anyone in the world. And yet he's devoted his life to me. And I get to live this moment over and over again. For the rest of my life.

And as I look into his eyes before dropping into a comfortable slumber, I know that I'm home.

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A/N - Hey everyone! I wanted to try a chapter with as little conversation as possible. And this was the perfect opportunity to try it out. So, did I do okay? I'm a little bit proud of this chapter. I think it's my best writing yet. But meh. I know nothing! So, let me know what you guys think. Just post a little comment for me and make me smile. You know you want to! Also, let me know what you think's going to happen! I get inspiration from you guys as well as my own strange imagination! So, you know the drill. Vote, comment, do your thing. Much love x