Page 258 of For the Fans
Kyran laughs, and the sound is an awakening. My pulse is racing, chills sheeting my body as he advances toward me, hands coming to rest on my chest as he sort of just pushes his way inside.
And I’m thrown enough to back up, thrilled and nervous and flying high on purejoyfromfinallybeing in his presence again.
The feel of him touching me… The warmth of his hands, the glow of his smile… It’s turning me into a bumbling fool. In an instant, I’m shaking.
I just can’t stopstaringat him… and how positively gorgeous he looks, in real life. Not in old pictures I’ve been staring at, or videos I’ve watched a million times just to feel close to him. For the first time in over a month, I’m seeing him with my own two wide eyes.
He’s real. Real Kyran.
“I hope you don’t mind that I just… showed up,” he murmurs, backing me up into the nearest wall. “I got your address from your friends.”
“I… I don’t…” My words won’t even come out right. I’m short-circuiting. “I can’t…”
“I love making you speechless,” he breathes, licking his lips.
“Kyran,” I whisper his name, snapping out of it enough to cup his jaw with my hands. “Is it really you?? I need confirmation, because I’ve had this dream more than a few times…”
He chuckles, leaning in to rest his forehead on mine. “And what happens in these dreams? Are you… happy?”
“Are youkidding?” My lips shiver on his. “There is no happiness for me without you.”
“God, I fucking missed you…” His fingers slide up my neck, and I have to shake my head.
I can’t even believe this is happening. I can’t believe he’s actuallyhere, touching me. Raking his long, perfect fingers through my hair, tucking his face into the crook of my neck and sniffing me the way he used to.
God, I think I’m convulsing.
“Why…” I croak, then clear my throat, as he seals his body to mine, trapping me against the wall. “Why are you here… now?”
“I neverwantedto be away you from, Avi.” His lips curve into a pout that I can feel while he speaks on my throat. “You have to know that…”
“Tell mewhythen, Kyran,” I whimper, with his hands sliding all over me, like he missed touching meso bad. It’s bringing me back to life… I’m resurrected.
“Because, baby…” he hums, regretfully. Hesitantly. That Kyran uncertainty that makes my knees weak. “I couldn’t stand the idea of forcing you to fix me. It wouldn’t be fair.”
“But don’t you know that I don’t care??” I huff, lifting his face so that our eyes meet. “Kyran, Iwantto fix you. Nothing in my life has ever made me happier than to open the door for you every single time you showed up, lost and confused and needing me to show you how good it can feel to let go. Ilovefixing you, baby, and if you need me to, I will. It would be my greatest pleasure.”
“I know that,” he breathes, our gazes sticking like glue. “And I love you for it. But I needed to learn to fixmyselffor us to be together. I want you with the real Kyran, baby. Because the real Kyran fell so hard in love with you, Avi Vega. You got me here. You’re my angel…”
“I just saw your post.” I smirk, and he smiles, teasing my lips with it.
“I want everyone to know whose baby I am,” he whispers.
God, I feel like I’m flying.Falling from up high, but floating in the air.
And yes, it’s still scary. Because I’ve never been in love before, and I’m terrified of losing him again. It’s a staggering notion, putting yourself in someone’s hands like this.
But with his hand in mine, this fall is a greatdive.
“Please don’t ever leave me again.” I kiss the words onto his sweet, soft mouth that I missed so much I’m about to collapse.“Please, Kyran… Anything you’re feeling, we can work it out together. Just don’t… don’tleave me.”
I hate how vulnerable I sound, but I can’t help it. Having him back is a shot of dopamine I’ve been seriously lacking since he left.
He hums. “In case you haven’t noticed, I have a bad habit of running from you, baby. But I’m done now… Avi,youdeserve to be chased.”
My chest is wide open as I cling to him. “It’s not a chase if I’m desperate to let you catch me.”
“Angel Avi…” he purrs and smiles.
