It didn’t just feel like we were only physically connected. It felt bigger than that. It was more. I can feel it in the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, and the way he takes my body. It’s all-consuming and raw, like we are meant to be together. My mind flashes back to the taxi and while I want to be somewhat mortified for behaving like that, it was thrilling and more adventurous than I’d ever been in my life. I could never be like that with anyone but Travis. I know that down to the tips of my toes. What I feel for him can’t be shut off.
I finally get around to putting my shirt on. I am smoothing it out as I walk into the living room. When I look up, I smile at Travis who is standing in the doorway, waiting on me. The look he gives me is full of hunger. I know he is just about as willing as I am for round three… or maybe four.
I grin at him. I don’t even think of him as Eugene anymore. He made me call him Travis so much last night while he was torturing me with pleasure, that’s the only name I’ll ever use when I talk to him—or even think of him.
“Did you find your phone?” I ask, wondering how he might’ve lost it in the first place. He carried me straight to the bedroom last night and we didn’t really leave that room. The thought makes me grin.
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “Come to me.” It’s a heady mix between a command and growl, which has me instantly wet and obeying. I stand almost toe to toe to him before he leans down, capturing my lips in his, bruising them all over again with the strength of his passion.
“I know you’re worried about being with me, but you don’t need to be. I promise you, Lee. This is forever and I’ll make sure you never regret giving me a chance,” he murmurs, his words making my heart skip a beat. “I’ll explain everything tonight; any worry or questions you have, I will put to rest, I promise. It’s all going to be okay.”
“Well,” I breathe, nerves fluttering crazily in my stomach—and heart. That sounds a bit ominous.”
What does he need to explain? Why is he promising it will be okay?
“I know, but I’m late for a meeting. You just need to know you can trust me. I meant it when I told you it’s going to be okay,” he says, walking to the front door.
“Do you really mean it?” I find the courage to ask.
“Mean what?”
“That you think we’re forever?” I whisper, quietly studying his face.
He smiles then, looking relaxed and… happy.
“I don’t think we’re forever, Lee.”
“Oh,” I murmur, disappointment hitting me so hard that it’s a miracle I’m still standing.
“I know we are. You need to quit doubting me,” he chastises.
“In my defense, all this is kind of… new.”
“Maybe, but it feels damn good,” he says, pulling open the door.
I open my mouth to agree, but I only have like a second before everything is consumed in absolute chaos. There is a barrage of flashing cameras and people yelling out to him, people holding microphones out like he’s about to be on the news.
“Travis, who’s the new girlfriend?” the closest guy shouts.
“Where’ve you been?” another asks.
“Travis, does this mean you’re coming back?”
“Travis, is there any truth to the rumors that you are moving to Scotland?”
Travis slams the door shut, pounding on it with the flat of his hand and holding his head down against it. I can hear the muffled sounds of people still asking for interviews, yelling questions as the bright lights of flashes can still be seen through the windows framing the door.
“Motherfucker,” he mutters.
I’m so confused, and I guess I thought he would be, too. Now I’m feeling nothing but fear. None of this makes any sense.
“What the hell is going on? Who are all those people screaming at you? Why are they taking your picture? How do they even know your name?” I ask, panicked.
“I’m not Eugene Travis,” he says, sighing it out with a heavy breath. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what that means and just stare at him until he continues. “I work in action films, Lee.”
“So, you’re an actor….” My mind is muddled around his words. “Not Eugene the I.T. guy, but ….”
I go completely numb as my brain races to catch up. I’m going to be the first person to admit that I don’t watch movies or even keep up with much. The most movie watching I’ve done has been since Travis moved in. If I’m alone, I mostly read. He always had this thing about him that looked a little familiar, but I dismissed it. The only Eugene I can think of that works in movies is Eugene Levy—which is definitely not him.