Flying Free (MAC Security 2.50)

“You’re doing it again,” he says, lifting a brow. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“What’s going on in that head of yours.” He taps my head and runs his hand through my hair.

“I just...” Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look away, focusing on the empty wall. “I’ve never done this.” Waving my hand between us, I pull in a deep breath and look back at him. “I don’t even know what this is.”

“This...” He cups my face in his hands and brings his face closer. “This is whatever you want it to be. All I know...” He pauses, kissing me softly and pulls back, searching my eyes. “Is that I can’t not be with you. You’re all I can think about, have been for years, and now that I’ve had a taste of those lips.” He kisses me again, moving his hand down to my waist and pulling me so close that I can feel every inch of his body. “And held you in my arms.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can ever go back. I want you, baby, I want you with every fiber of my being and if that means I have to wait, then I will. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

His thumb strokes my face. “Nobody makes me feel the way you do.”

I sniff, getting choked up with what he’s said. “I want you too.”

He smiles, his dimple making another appearance. “What do you say? Me and you?” he asks, his chest rising and falling on a deep breath.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Me and you.”

I never thought I’d be here.

For so long I’d pushed it to the back of my mind, telling myself that it can never happen. That it isn’t right, that I shouldn’t want her. But there was still that voice that told me I should do it, to take the leap and see what happens.

I’ve come to realize that we all have shit going on in our lives that we can use as an excuse; I go away a lot, I’m older than she is, she’s been through too much. I used every excuse I could while I was away.

There was a luxury in that, I didn’t have to see her. But coming back and seeing her, only made my feelings that much stronger and getting to know her as the woman she’s grown up to be. It sealed my fate.

There was no way I could walk away from her now. She held my heart in her hands and I was afraid that she would crush it at any second.

But what is life if you don’t take chances?

I put it all out there, laying it down for her and she could have easily told me she couldn’t do it. But when she said that it was me and her, I swear I could have jumped up and down on the bed like a five-year-old boy who had just got his first baseball mitt.

Waking up next to her the last couple of mornings was pure bliss and I never wanted it to end, I want to wake up every morning next to her and watch as she opens her eyes and rolls towards me. It scares the shit out of me that I think like that but I try not to think too much into it, instead, I just watch as her lashes flutter against her cheeks and her lips pout.

Fuck me, she’s so fucking cute.

The buzzing of my cell has me jumping out of bed before it wakes her.

“Yeah,” I say, breathless as I turn back to Ava, making sure she’s still asleep.

“Corey?” Kay asks as I walk down the hallway and into the kitchen. “You okay? You sound out of breath.”

Clearing my throat, I say, “Yeah, I was just getting ou

t the shower.” I start the coffee pot and lean against the counter, hoping that she doesn’t realize how absurd that sounds. “So... what’s up?”

“I just wanted to know what time you’re coming down.”

“Ah...” I grab a couple of cups and place them in front of the coffee pot and then open the fridge for the half and half. “We’ll be heading down this afternoon.”

“We?” I almost drop my cell as she shouts it down the line. Shit, did I say we? Were we even going to tell people about us?

Dammit, I need to talk to Ava.

“Yeah, err... so we’ll be there this afternoon. Gotta go, sis, love ya!” I press the end call button and throw it onto the counter, the vibrating of a message making it move.

I ignore it and let my head drop as I lean my hands on the counter, wondering if I may have just messed up big time.

Ava hasn’t said anything about where we go from here in regards to telling people and I don’t want her to think that she has to tell anyone before she’s ready.