The Older Man Part II

Chapter 1

Four Years Later

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CHEYENNE'S POINT OF VIEW

I sat up in bed, resting my weight against one arm as I wiped the sleep from my eyes with the sleeve of the other. I looked behind me to see what time was displayed on the alarm clock on the bedside table, seeing that it was 2:33 in the morning.

As I looked back, I caught sight of Vincent who was resting quietly in bed beside me. He had the blanket we were sharing draped over his lower body, leaving his bare torso exposed. His chest moved up and down in rhythm with his breaths.

A knowing smile rested on my lips as I admired him. I leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead, biting back a chuckle when he shifted and moaned lightly.

I scooted to the edge of the bed and put on my slippers before walking out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I headed into the kitchen for a glass of water. 

Once I had my water, I walked into the living room to sit on the couch. For some reason, I was having trouble sleeping. I turned on the TV in hopes of watching something random that would make me weary.

There was a movie on HBO that had a few actors I recognized, but I wasn't really focused on trying to figure out the plot; I was focused on the scene that was currently playing. Reflected off the screen was a man and woman hugging and crying after the man proposed to the woman. Seeing the way they embraced each other reminded me of the day I got back together with Vincent.

It was about four years ago, but it feels like it was just yesterday.

I paced back and forth in the living room as I rubbed my hands together, hoping to pacify the nervous tingling in my palms.

I called Vincent a week ago and told him that I wanted to talk with him. It had been a while since we spoke so I was surprised when he actually answered. We agreed to meet today at my parents' house. Since they were downtown eating lunch together with friends, it was the perfect time to talk with Vincent alone.

He said he would be on his way and I was waiting impatiently for him to arrive. He texted me about ten minutes ago that he was right up the road. My body had been taken over by my anxiety when I read his message.

It took me a long time to move on from everything that happened between me and him a year ago, but I was finally ready to see him again.

When I saw him last, I told him that if and when I was ready to give it another try between us then I'd let him know. That day was today. I had a lot of time over the past year to think about us and I made the decision that I wanted to give Vincent another chance.

I kept walking back and forth until the sound of a doorbell ringing brought me out of my thoughts.

With my stomach in a knot, I headed towards the front door. When I opened it, I was met with the familiar face of Vincent. I felt my heart fill with joy at the mere sight of him. He looked just as amazing as I remembered.

His salt and pepper hair naturally flew in tousled directions. His beard still had the sprinkling of silver hair that I remembered. His green eyes were just as piercing as they were a year ago. He was wearing his black glasses that I loved so much, a pair of dark jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket.