Page 87 of Beneath Cherry Blossom Memories
“No, Phoenix.”
He trembles in my arms, squeezing me so tight I can barely breathe. “I don’t want to let you go. Not even for a fucking minute.”
“You have to.”
“I know,” he rasps, kissing my cheek, then my chin, and finally settling on my lips. They taste like salt and some kind of tea. “But not tonight. I’m not letting you go tonight.”
“Okay,” I cave.
“You stay with me until I get on that fucking plane. Understand?” He searches my eyes, digging his fingers into my nape.
“I will.”
“Promise me.”
I swallow hard. “I promise, baby.”
“Fuck,” he whimpers and crushes his lips to mine.
Phoenix
Wicked Game
Ileave tomorrow morning.
To say I’m scared to death is an understatement.
All my grand plans for New Year’s Eve dissipated into dust because Eli and I spent the entire day and night naked and in each other’s arms. It wasn’t just sex for me. It was worship. It was memorization. I feel starved by his touch, and he’s right beside me. I'm pretty sure I’m trying to savor every second until we’re ripped apart formonths.When we were together before, we went through gaps in time without being near each other, but this is different.
I won’t be able to talk to him.
I won’t be able to text him or see his face.
There’ll be no contact for who knows how long, and that’s the part that makes me want to throw up and cry simultaneously. The constant what-ifs are ruining my last night with him. What if he needs me? What if the people there are horrible to him? What if he backs out because he has no one to support him through this? I peek down at him. His face is resting against my chest, his long fingers fiddling with the drawstring of my sweats.
I run my hand through his hair, hating how selfish I want to be. I’ve debated many times just kidnapping him and tying him up whenever I have to play a show. It’s crazy how freaked out I am about leaving him. My chest pinches painfully as I’m reminded how easy it was to abandon Oliver. My baby brotherstillwon’t talk to me. Not since he gave me his therapist’s information.
“Are you sure about this?” I croak, the sound of the movie on Eli’s laptop drowned out by my thunderous heartbeat.
He lifts his head to stare into my eyes. That miserable look flashes in them. It’s been like a possessive spirit weighing him down. Haunting every moment. “Yes.”
I nod, pulling him higher up my body, and kiss his lips. “I don’t want to go,” I admit. “Our songs aren’t that hard. Someone can fill in for me.”
“Baby,” he says gently. All that vileness from before is gone. I think he’s just too emotionally exhausted to get angry. “You’re going.”
My fingers flex against his scalp as I rub my cheek against his. “Fuck, I’m going to miss you so bad.”
He swings his leg over me, straddling my lap. Our chests are flush as he kisses me deeply. It’s a slow dance of tongues and lips. I moan into it. I’m fucking insatiable for him, I always will be. “How are you going to get there?” I ask between smacks and breaths.
“Uber,” he says, dragging his mouth down to my neck, nibbling and sucking.
I palm his ass, pressing him into me harder. “I can ask Nyx to drive you,” I pant when he pinches my nipple.
“Stop talking about it, Phoenix. Just feel me.”
I groan, and he responds with the flat of his tongue, licking a strip up my Adam’s apple. Then he sucks it. My cock instantly fills, ready to go even though I was just inside him an hour ago. “Shit,” I rasp.
“That’s better,” he purrs, pressing wet kisses down my chest. He sucks my nipple in between his lips, pebbling it and biting it. My hips buck up into him as he swirls his tongue repeatedly.
