Losing It All // Alex Bowman

Chapter Seven // Gwen

Content Warning: [detailed] sexual relations between two consenting adults.

The plane landed in Concord as the sun was beginning to rise. Alex hid his red rimmed eyes from me and I hated how he cried on the whole flight home. We didn't say a word as we both got off the plane, grabbing our luggage and walked our separate ways.

My heart was in my throat thinking I should say something to him but what could I say? Losing a race when it was right in front of you when you work so damn hard is a low blow. Nothing I would say could fix that, nothing I could do would change things. I wish we were in Vegas celebrating, but instead we're on a tarmac surrounded by our dejected team.

"Alex?" I finally whispered when I got to my car. He stood by his, not moving. "Are you going to be okay?" I walked up to him, placing my hand on his back. "Babe?"

"Come home with me," Alex turned around in my arms and looked down at me, "please...I can't be alone tonight." I felt his body shake and I knew he still wasn't in a good place.

"Of course, anything you want, Alex, you know I'm here for you... always." I reached up and placed a hand on his cheek. "I'll drive us and send someone to get your car tomorrow."

"You're always too good to me."

"Because you deserve it."

I pulled up to Alex's house as the pink hues turned into a soft blue with the sun shining brightly in the horizon. I could tell Alex was exhausted and I had no idea how I had the energy to even drive. I followed him inside his home, a place I've been to countless times but I knew this time was different.

Everything have been different with Alex and my heart was still not prepared for it.

"Gwen," Alex wrapped his arms around my center and placed his head on my shoulder, "come to bed, please." I nodded, dropping my things by the couch and followed him up the stairs and into his master bedroom.

I couldn't help but watch as Alex stripped off his clothes, his shoes kicked off to the side, his jeans and shirt falling into a pile leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs. He climbed into bed and looked up at me.

My heart was beating loudly out of my chest as I stripped off my clothes down to my bra and panties. I grabbed the shirt Alex discarded and threw it on, knowing he wouldn't mind as I unhooked my bra.

"You shouldn't look so hot in my shirt." He said, grabbing me as I climbed into bed and pulled me close. "Next time, take the panties off, too," Alex chuckled, wrapping his arms around me so every inch of our bodies were molded together.

Next time, I mused, still not believing that there would be a next time. How did I get so lucky to land the man of my dreams?

I felt Alex relax next to me as I played with his hair. His fingertips on my hips, pushing up my shirt as he slowly drew designs up and down my back. I must have moaned because he laughed and brought his hand down to my ass and squeezed a little.

"I can't believe you're mine," he whispered against my neck, "you're too good for me." I went to tell him that he was the one who was too good for me but he shook his head no. "It should have been you all along, not her. You're actually here for me whereas..."

"I'll always be here for you, Alex," I said, cutting him off, "you deserve that and so much more."

"Why do I feel like I don't?" I looked into his eyes as they swam with tears and I hate how he felt this way right now.

"Because others didn't show you how you should be loved." I whispered the last word, afraid he would realize that I was already teetering on the edge of being fully in love with him. "You deserve that, Alex, and as selfish as it sounds, I want to be that person." Alex stared at me for a moment and suddenly, his lips were on mine, pushing me onto my back and crawled on top of me.