Page 55 of Homecoming
Nothing existed but us.
Nothing but the bed we were in.
That was our whole universe.
Until the real world intruded.
Both our phones went off at the same time.
Ian made a moment as if he was going to push up but I held fast.
“There’s something I need to tell you before you answer your phone.”
He got up on his elbows and gave me a questioning look.
“It seems that our secret is not a secret anymore.” I could barely look him in the eye.
“What?” His brows creased.
“They spotted us leaving the track together last night.” I focused on his lips. “It seems that the whole world knows that we’re together.”
When he stayed silent, I continued. This time looking at his neck. “Um... it’s all over the news that we’re together. The call is probably some reporter asking you for a comment.”
God, I wanted to leave my skin.
I never thought it possible, but at that moment I was so mortified, I wanted to run far, far away from Ian Williams, when in the past, all I ever wanted was to be with him.
It took a moment, but again, I came back to where I was. I was wondering why I was shaking. It wasn’t like he could be mad at me about it. It took another second to realize that it was Ian who was shaking me.
“Are you laughing?” I asked incredulously.
“Hell yeah, I’m laughing.” He confirmed the obvious.
“I don’t see the hilarity, Ian.” I was starting to get pissy.
No, fuck that.
I was pissed.
“That’s because you can’t see your face right now, baby.” he was still laughing.
“Ian, there’s nothing funny in this.”
“Yes, there is,” he contradicted me, before he buried his head in my neck, still laughing.
“Get off me,” I demanded but the damned man only pulled me into him more.
“Lola, look at me,” he called gently. “Why should I care that everyone knows we’re together when I intend to spend my days shouting it from the rooftops?”
He was right.
I reached up and pulled his head to mine.
I kissed him gently trying to tell him just how much he meant to me.
The kiss was slow and languid.
And it felt like homecoming.
