Wild Collision (Us 4)

I let go and she takes a breath, releasing it, before I squeeze again.

When I let go this time she murmurs, “I love you.”

The trust glimmering in her eyes is nearly my undoing. She trusts me completely, to keep her safe, to bring her pleasure, to love her.

We are a beautiful madness, equals in every way.

I never thought I would find someone like her, I didn’t care to look, but she was here all along waiting for me.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for you,” I growl in her ear.

Her breath is a gasp—her eyes lust ridden.

She leans down over the counter once more, and this time I can’t hold myself back. I pound into her with brutal force and she takes it, letting me lose control.

She falls apart a moment before I do, her legs shaking.

I hold her back to my front as we both come down from our high.

“Don’t let go,” she begs.

“Never.”

I’m never letting you go.

* * *

I sit up in bed, looking down at Mia. Her red hair fans around her like a curtain as she lies on her stomach, hugging her pillow. Her lips are parted slightly and she gives the smallest of snores. I smile.

Reaching out, I trail my finger down her bare spine and she shivers in her sleep.

Her classes don’t start back up for a few more days, so she gets to sleep in this morning before heading to the studio.

I don’t have the same luxury. Hayes is a slave driver—okay, that’s a lie, he’s dedicated and there’s a difference. We are too. We want nothing more than to get this album out.

I look at her a little while longer, noting the way her dark lashes brush the curve of her cheek. How she makes a small noise at whatever she’s dreaming. She gives a small sigh and turns her head the other way.

Taking that as my cue, I get out of bed and shower before dressing for the day. It’s cold as fuck out now so I tug a sweatshirt over my t-shirt and add a beanie for good measure. Living in L.A. for the last few years I’m not used to this kind of cold.

It’s funny how I’ve basically moved into her place. She didn’t ask me to, but it happened gradually. A toothbrush here, a t-shirt there, until most of my things slowly left the hotel and found their new home in my very own drawer. I spend most of my time here anyway.

I feel bad leaving the guys at the hotel, but not bad enough to take time away from Mia.

It already scares me thinking about going back to L.A. and leaving her here. She has school, a job, a life, just like I have one there, and I can’t ask her to abandon that. I don’t expect her to.

Long distance sounds like fucking torture but for her, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything. If I have to have my ass on a plane every weekend to see her, I will. She’s worth it.

I haven’t talked to her about this yet, after all we’ll be here for a while yet. But it is something we’ll have to talk about eventually.

I find a piece of paper and write her a note.

Gone to the studio.

I’ll be waiting for my muse.

-H

I leave it on the pillow I use and then kiss her forehead before I go.