Time After Time || Chris Cornell

38. Part 4: Revelations

New York City, New York June 3 2017

(Andi is 29, Chris is 52)

ANDI: "You and I are never, ever leaving this bed," Chris says as he snuggles into my shoulder, placing his lips to my ear as his arm lays across me pulling me closer.

"C'mon, you know we can't stay in bed forever," I giggle as he places sweet kisses down my neck.

"Sure we can, who says we can't?" He says as he props his head up on his hand and I flick my eyes to his, snuggling further into him.

"How would we eat?" I ask and he shrugs,

"We don't need food,"

"How will we live?" I laugh.

"Right here in this bed like I said," He laughs. He turns his attention to my right nipple, leaning down and nipping at it so gently but tickling me at the same time.

"Hey!" I laugh and he laughs as his hand moves around to the small of my back pressing me against him

"Chris, c'mon we should get up," I giggle as I reach over and pick up my phone to check the time and he groans but turns his attention to my other nipple, as I set my phone back down.

"Remember when... we were first together...and you met me the first time - for you anyways -and... we spent the whole entire... weekend in my bed?" He says in between each kiss, moving between my breasts.

"Uh huh," I say closing my eyes. I do remember that. I was so scared but he made me feel so comfortable with him, especially since for him, he had known me since he was 15.

"So, it's just like then... only we'll never leave, " He says when he props his head up on his hand again with that sly smirk he always gives me.

I flick my eyes open again to see him glancing down at me and I smile back at him, reaching up and brushing a few of his curls that had fallen across his eyes. I then pull him back to me, pressing my lips to his and lacing my fingers through his curls. He's right, we should just stay in bed. Who needs to face the world when I'm wrapped up in Chris's arms.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from downstairs that sounded like someone knocking on the door, then the doorbell started to ring and more knocking on the door.

"What the - ?" Chris says when he pulls away from me and still more knocking.

"They're persistent," I giggle trying to make a joke but Chris didn't seem to find it funny. He then lets go of me and climbs out of bed, slipping on a pair of black 90 logo track pants and a white V-neck t-shirt.

"Well, I'm going to tell them to fuck off.... I'll be back," He says and I giggle as he leans down over me placing a kiss on my forehead, then turns and heads to the bedroom door. I groan and reach out for him not wanting him to leave and he disappears from the bedroom then pull the covers back up to my chest, lay back and stretch, hoping that Chris makes them go away quickly so he can get back into bed with me. To think that I was the one who initially wanted to get up, but now I'm so comfortable in this huge bed I don't want to get up.

A few minutes go by and while I wait for Chris to come back, I decide to grab his mac book from the night stand and flip it open to check out some videos on YouTube. I never thought that we would be able to access videos like this online and just the advancements that the internet has made. Again, coming from my time in 1999, it was only just beginning for me and now, it's so fast and so amazing to just search for anything you want and it's right there.

I started searching through bands that I love from way back when - Sepultura, Metallica, Guns N Roses etc - and eventually came across old videos of Chris with his band Audioslave.  I clicked on a few of them, Cochise, Doesn't remind Me and Show Me How To Live, and it was almost surreal to see him with his short spiky hair again, but without Kim, Matt and Ben. I remember meeting Rage Against The Machine the one year Soundgarden did Lollapalooza in '92 but it was only in passing as I was so busy with the schedule and making sure everything ran smoothly, as a manager should do at that time.