Back to work.
And away from Saxon
Shit happens, and I really shouldn’t be complaining. I have a good life. A friend once told me that if your only problems are boy problems, then you don’t really have any problems at all. Okay I was fifteen when she said that, but it kind of stuck with me. I need to put my big girl panties on and deal with being away for him for the next... few months.
Fuck my life.
I finish packing my bag and plop down on the bed. My flight leaves tonight, so I have a couple of hours left with Saxon. He’s been moody for the last few days, brooding. Always lost in thought. I know he’s going to miss the shit out of me, well, because I’m pretty awesome, but it’s more than that. We’ve gotten used to being around each other every day and spending all our time together. We’re in sync. And now we’re going to have to adjust again—this time to a long distance relationship. Saxon said if he ever gets a break longer than two days he will fly to see me. Considering the amount of time it takes to fly back to Perth, it really doesn’t make sense for him to do so, but I won’t stop him.
Because I’m greedy for him.
Even if I just get to see him for a day, or a few days, I’ll take that.
And I’ll love every second of it.
The door opens and he walks into the room holding a bag of food.
He doesn’t smile.
He doesn’t joke.
He does sigh.
“It’s going to be okay Saxon,” I tell him, not for the first time. “Three months with fly by.”
“What am I going to do with my life?” he asks with a groan.
How f**king dramatic.
I burst out laughing, which causes his lip to twitch slightly. Not a smile—but something at least.
“Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
He quickly stands and holds out his hand for me. I put my hand in his and he grabs the food. We walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table there. “Where is everyone?”
He places the plastic container in front of me, filled with the pasta I ordered.
“They went to do some sightseeing, but I think they just wanted to give us some privacy,” he replies, not even pulling out his own food, just watching me.
“That’s nice of them,” I say, taking a bite, chewing, and swallowing.
“How is it?” he asks.
“Good,” I say. “Do you want a bite?”
He shakes his head. “Do you really have to go back?”
I put my fork down. “Saxon.”
“I know, I know,” he grumbles, but then looks at me with a hopeful expression. “You know if you didn’t want to go back, I would pay for everything for you—”
“Don’t even go there,” I grit out, my tone letting him know he’s heading into dangerous waters.
He sighs heavily. “I know you love your job but if it’s about money—”
“I can’t lose my job Saxon, I’m sorry. And I’m not going to be a kept woman. I need to work. It challenges me, and I get to help people. It’s who I am. It’s who I’ve worked so hard to become.”
He puts his hands in the air. “You’re right, I’m being selfish. I’m just gonna miss you so f**king much, and it’s making me crazy.”
“I’m going to miss you too, so let’s not waste my last few hours arguing over this. Let’s eat, f**k, and snuggle before we head to the airport, not necessarily in that order.”
He smiles slowly. “I got you some jam donuts for dessert.”
My head snaps to him, a grin playing on my mouth. “You seriously know the way to my heart Saxon Tate.”
He laughs. “I’ll buy you a f**king bakery Tee.”
I smirk. Fuck he’s sweet. Such a sweet man wrapped in this delicious package, complete with piercings, tattoos, and a huge cock.
Jackpot.
“You’re so getting some A-grade head for that one.”
He stands and picks me up, lifting me over his shoulder.
Then he takes me back to the bedroom, and I for one am f**king glad.
Because food can wait, but I cannot.
*****
The drive to the airport is quiet, but we hold hands the entire time. Saxon walks me through, going as far as he’s able to. A few fans stop him and ask him for his signature but he says sorry that he can’t right now, but if they wait he will sign anything for them on his way out. We stop at the point where I need to walk through security and just stare at each other for a moment.
“Call me as soon as you get there safely,” he says. “Okay?”
I nod. “Okay, I love you.”
I get on my tiptoes and kiss his mouth, savoring the moment.
Remembering it.
Keeping it locked in my memory.
I pull away first. “I have to go.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “I f**king adore you.”
“I know.”
A small smile. “You better. And be good, okay?”
I raise my eyebrow at that. “I should be the one telling you that.”
He cups my face in his warm hands. “Take care of yourself. If you ever need me, call me. I’ll come back to you, f**k the tour.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll be fine Saxon, and so will you.”
One more kiss, and I walk away without looking back.
If I looked back, I probably would have stayed.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Saxon
One month later
As we walk back onto the bus, I feel f**king sick of life knowing that she isn’t back on there waiting for me. The last few weeks have dragged by.