Page 236 of For the Fans
I feel him falling asleep with his lips in my hair, his calming breaths lulling me, just like my sister’s did that day, the same scent enveloping me.
I’m in a place I never thought I’d be… Comfortable,finally, with my sexuality. Avi is the one who helped me get there.My biggest fan.
I’ve finally stopped running from it… from him, and his love.
It might be time that I also stopped running from myself.
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When my eyes peel open, I have absolutely no idea where I am or what time it is.
Damn hotel blackout curtains.
Sprawling out in bed, I stretch my arms and yawn, nestling into the softness of the sheets and the cozy comforter. But as awareness dawns that I’m alone in bed, I feel around for the smooth skin and muscled limbs of my boyfriend, only to find nothing but more bed.
I glance at the empty space, sitting up slowly and peering around the dark room. I don’t see or hear him anywhere.
“Ky?” I call out, hopping out of bed to go check the bathroom. “Kyran?”
The door is open and he’s clearly not in there. Spinning back toward the living room, I notice that his clothes are gone. Which meanshe’sgone.
My chest instantly tightens, but I force myself to take a breath and calm down.
Don’t overreact. He probably just went to get breakfast with the team… Or maybe he’s in his room packing.
The clock on the nightstand says it’s nine-thirty, which is certainly later than I’ve ever known Kyran to sleep. He’s an early riser.
He also likes to be packed and ready to go hours before a flight. His is at one-thirty, and mine is at three. I was planning to go to the airport with him so we could spend more time together, since I couldn’t get on the same flight.
He’s probably just in his room changing, or with Guty or something.
Checking my phone for a text that I’m sure is there, my stomach falls a little when I find no new messages.
I type one to him while rushing into the bathroom.
Me: Hey babe! Where are you?
Me: Did you already eat or should I order us some romantic room service? Ya know… heart-shaped pancakes, whipped cream and strawberries, the whole shebang ;)
My eyes are on the screen the entire time I’m brushing my teeth… Almost three minutes and no reply. He hasn’t even read the messages.
Now I’m starting to worry just a tad.
I decide to put showering on hold until I figure out where he is, jumping into some clothes and dashing out of the room. The team rooms are two floors above mine, so I stalk up to the elevator, pressing the button a dozen times rapidly.
This is stupid. Why are you freaking out?? He’s probably with—
“Guty,” I breathe his name when the elevator doors open and I find him standing there in his workout gear, all sweaty.
Guty grins. “Sup, bro?” His eyes narrow as he murmurs, “Have a fun night? I’m guessing you did, since neither of you showed up to hang out…”
I’m not even really listening to him, I’m too busy peering inside the elevator for any sign of Kyran before stepping inside with him. “Yea, it was great. Was Kyran at the gym with you?”
His forehead creases. “No… I thought he was with you.”
