The Trip to My Heart (BxB)

Chapter 15

Elliot's POV

I wake up with my arms still locked around Leighton's small, slim waist.With him breathing quite heavily, I know he's sleeping like a rock.

I stare at the features of his face and admire the beauty he has to offer. I really hate to leave him.. It's like I spent all this time getting to know him like the back of my hand, just to let him slip through my fingers.

I check the time. 12:57 p.m. I leave for the airport in almost 9 hours and time is already flying.

I can't just sit here and let him sleep all day. We don't have much time left together; I have to wake him up.

I caress Leighton's rosy cheeks and speak in a gentle voice, in attempt to wake him up calmly.

"Baby.. time to wake up," I say quietly. He groans, basically saying to me "Leave me the hell alone before I claw your eyes out."

I give him ten more minutes of shut eye and after that, it's definitely time to get up, even if he develops the urge to slaughter me.

After ten sluggish minutes, I sit on the edge of the bed once more. "Leighton, wake up my beautiful sunshine. It's time to get going," and just like last time, he groaned.

"Okay, be that way," I say sassily. I'll just get him up the hard way.

I trot over to the foot of the bed and yank the covers off of his still, bare naked body. He shoots up immediately, shivering like a scared chihuahua. I smirk at him and his morning wood. He stares back at me, pats his hand on the spot right next to him, so I sit down and move his frail self into my lap. Curling into my neck, he breaths lightly, and the chill from his body sent shivers down my spine.

We lay there together with nothing but each other on our minds and in our arms.

"You're leaving me today.." Leighton mutters. I see him close his eyes really tight as a tear rolls down his cheek.

I squeeze him like a snake killing its prey. I attempt to reassure him. "Don't stress about it. I'll come see you whenever you want me to." He climbs out of my lap and goes to pick up his wrinkled clothes from outside of the bathroom door.

He gives me a blatant stare as he finishes stepping into his navy blue and green Polo boxers. "Alright, Mr. Rogers. What shall we do on this beautiful day?"

My eyes wander around the hotel room as I try to come up with fun activities for our day. Taking my phone out, I look up romantic spots to travel in Denmark; finding this park, J.C. Jacobsens Have, that isn't that far from here. I also found a really spiffy restaurant right next to the park called Geranium, which is more on the expensive side, but I feel like Leighton is worth it.

I call the restaurant and make my reservation for six p.m, knowing I have to be back in enough time to make my flight. I just hope everything goes well; I need it to so we can say goodbye in the best possible way.

It's already about 1:45 p.m and Leighton and I are still laying around doing absolutely nothing. I decide to take a shower before I start getting ready, and Leighton goes to tell his mother what the plans are, as well as get dressed for tonight.

Some hours later...

It's about 3:36 now, and I'm accessorizing. I put on a shiny silver Rolex, to go with my sleek black suit and dark blue tie. I gel my hair one last time to ensure it will stay, then quickly check my appearance in the bathroom mirror. Satisfied, I walk over to my suitcase and pack all my clothes, so I'll be ready to leave when dinner is over.