Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

TWENTY-FOUR

It took another hour with Ethan holding me close while everybody pushed and shoved around us, to get off the plane and be collected by security who made us respond to the same questions that the English person from before had demanded we answer. Through all of this, I was surprised that Ethan hadn't snapped at someone yet. Though most people did avoid us, I wasn't sure if it was Ethan's posture or his size that had people staying away. In the month I had been in the other place with him, his size had become a norm to me, but back among others, I came to see just how large Ethan was, he towered over everybody, and his years in the forest had tamed him into a predator that would win, no matter what.

As we finally came to leave the secure section of the airport, I saw that there was a man standing by himself with the name 'MORGAN STAREN' written in black ink, and it was then that everything hit me. I was back. I was in England. I was home.

I felt the eyes of security follow us all the way out, and when we were taken outside, I saw that this man who had written by name on the board, was actually a police man – of which I discovered when he lead us to a police car. Ethan growled as I tensed, why where the police involved? Was it because we didn't have passports? Did it have anything to do with the personal questions that had been fired at Ethan over the phone?

Keeping each other close, we shuffled to the police car and with reluctance and a dash of fear, I climbed in, Ethan on my heels. Twenty minutes later, we found ourselves outside of the local police station along with the reason why we had been collected by the police.

"Sorry about this," the police man had started. "But we're going have to take you to the police station so that we can get a positive I.D. on you both. After that, we'll see how things go." There was more, I knew it because the policeman kept glancing at Ethan, I couldn't blame him, Ethan was massive in the small contained area.

The police station was neat and tidy but plain and the staff, though dressed in authoritative uniforms to set the civilians at ease, instead they made me nervous. Ethan was like a silent looming shadow behind me, an arm wrapped around my waist to we couldn't be separated.

"Ethan? I need to use the bathroom," it was silly that I told him that, I knew that, but after the past month out in the wild where things could eat you if you weren't protected, it was an automatic statement.

He glanced down at me with a glance that asked if I could hold it, and I knew why, there were too many people around. But when I shook my head, his jaw tightened and he nodded, looking around until he found the sign for the bathroom.

Then came the difficult bit, trying to get into the bathroom while he wanted to check it out first.

"Ethan!" I hissed. "You can't come in! It's the girls bathroom!"

"Not safe," was his quiet reply.

"We're in a police station," I reasoned. "They're here to 'serve and protect', right? I'll go to the bathroom and I'll be straight out! Promise!"

His stiff nod told me just how much he didn't like the idea of being split up, so I quickly went in, did my business, washed my hands, longing for the hand cream, but happy enough that I had used actual toilet paper, I left the bathroom...

To find Ethan blocking the doorway and a voice asking for him to "...move or else...". Touching Ethan's back, he glanced over and down at me before his arm swung behind him to pull me close before he crab walked us away from the toilet's doorway.

"Miss? Miss, are you okay?" the same woman's voice called.

"I'm fine," I said from behind Ethan. "What happened?"

The last I said more to Ethan, but it was the woman that responded. "Your boyfriend became extremely agitated when a woman asked him to step away from the ladies toilets so that she could enter. No harm was done, however, there was no need for his antisocial behaviour."

She must be old, I thought during her scolding, because her scolding made me wince like I was a child again, and my mothers disappointment was the worst thing that could ever happen.

"We're sorry," I said, ducking around Ethan, grabbing his hand as I did so that he knew I wasn't leaving him. "We've had a stressful few months."

"Umm..." the lady gave us a scolding look before she turned her willowy figure away with several parting words. "Please do not cause any more trouble, or else there will be a jail cell waiting for you."

"Well," I grumbled quietly, so only Ethan could hear. "She was moody."

"Mr. Hunter? Miss. Staren?"

"Here," I called, tugging Ethan to follow me to the desk where the moody woman sat staring at us with hawk eyes as we made our way over.

"What did you do?" I asked Ethan quietly when her eyes never left us.

Ethan gave me an 'innocent' look. "Nothing. I just stopped the other woman from entering the bathroom."

"Stopped how?" I asked curiously.

When Ethan didn't respond, I knew that it was probably for the best. I don't think I really wanted to know: did he growl at her? Or just stare her down?

As we reached the desk, I wondered for a moment, if bringing Ethan back to this time line was the best idea. He seemed too wild in this artificial modern setting. But then as our eyes meet, I was glad that he had come back, even though I could only wonder how long we were going to stay side by side... before this world pulled us apart as the other brought us together.