It had been four hours since I landed back in Seattle, the journey was horrid. It was a long nine hours and I was sat next to a child and her mum, the child did not stop speaking for the whole flight.
I was still confused. I tried to think what I was going to say to Christian on the plane but the young child interrupted my thoughts every time I tried to think. I knew what I had to say but once I saw him my words wouldn't fall out, in some way he still intimidated me.
The weather was warmer than I thought it was, I stopped walking and took of my hoodie before proceeding to wrap it around my waist. I wheeled my small luggage case behind me as I began slowly walking again, I decided not to go back to Christian's because I presumed he was at work. I couldn't sit there all day waiting for him to come home, the anticipation of seeing him would kill me.
I hadn't told him I was coming back, it was a very last minute decision after Elliot visited. I booked the next flight out and here I was, still fucking clueless. I pushed the door of the coffee shop and surprisingly it was not busy, I ordered a coffee and a sandwich and sat myself down. I pulled my phone from my jean pocket and relaxed in the chair, it was one thirty in the afternoon and I began feeling the jet lag.
I bit into my sandwich and sipped my coffee slowly, I didn't know how hungry I was until I ate a part of the sandwich. The plane food was like hospital food, hard vegetables with a roll that you cannot butter because it's rock hard.
"Good afternoon, my runaway love.", My eyes snapped up and my heart dropped, I swallowed my sandwich quickly and stood.
"You scared me.", I almost chucked myself at him, I never squeezed him so hard and he kissed the top of my head a dozen or more times.
"I'm sorry. You are here?", He grabbed my hand and we sat opposite each other.
"I'm here.", He kissed my knuckles and heavily sighed, I placed my free hand on his face and stroked it slowly. "You look so tired, you do not look well.", I stated. I noticed my shaking hand whilst stroking his cheek bone, why was I this nervous?
"Work has never been this manic, it's one step forward and three steps back at the moment.", His eyes had small dark circles underneath them, he looked pale and his hair was messier than usual.
"Are you sleeping?", He took a deep breath and slowly looked up at me, he pulled my hand away from his face and intertwined our hands tightly.
"No.", I sighed and he continued. "I've had you on my mind. I was so frightened you weren't going to come back to me, after the first time you left I thought this was it.", He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, he occasionally squeezed it before looking at me again.
"We should have never left things like that, I'm sorry for leaving you for so long. I was always going to come back, always. It wasn't until Elliot showed up, I realised I was causing my own pain by distancing myself from you.", I felt him squeeze my hand harder, he leant forward and I watched him carefully.
"This three weeks have been so hard, Ana. I pushed you away, I gave you no choice to leave and I'll regret that.", His eyes were full of sorrow, he bit the inside of his cheek and I pulled my hands away from his.
"Can we just push this all aside now? We will be here all day apologising to one another, all you need to know is that I love you and your tie is really wonky.", I straightened his tie and watched him grin.
"Thank you.", He sighed and leaned forward. "I love you.", I looked in his eyes and he caused something in my belly to roll over, I felt like a teenager who just had her first kiss. Of course he had told me he loved me before but this one was different, there was something in his eyes that made it unique.
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Reunite
FanfictionAnastasia Steele. Christian Grey. Alternate ending to Fifty Shades Of Grey. Anastasia Steele moves close to New York, works in a new company and actually meets someone else. What happens a year on when their paths crossover once more? Strong langua...