Page 101 of Your Sharpest Edge
Alex’s lips turned into a mischievous grin. He had managed to snake his arms around my stomach, and he pulled me tight so I was snuggled up into the crook of his neck, his warmth enveloping me.
“Gimme the remote, Cole. We’re watching a rom-com, take it or leave it,” Alex demanded playfully.
“Ugh,” Ledger groaned, shooting us a mock look of annoyance, and rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll take it for tonight, but only because I need adult company.”
Alex chuckled and pressed his lips to my temple before clicking the remote to select a movie. In an instant, it felt like we were back in time, except now with more physical touch because everything felt right in the moment. The familiarity of it all was comforting as the movie played, our bodies intertwined on the couch.
The flickering light of the television cast a warm glow around the room, highlighting the serene expression on Alex’s face. He traced lazy patterns on my arm, and a sense of contentment overwhelmed me. It was moments like this that made me realizehow much I missed. Moments like this weighed heavily on me. I had so much regret in my life.
I threw this away because I was terrified of what life would look like if I never got better when, in reality, it would have looked a lot like this. Alex might not think I noticed, but I saw the way he always regarded my inability to stand for too long or how kneeling on concrete hurt my knees. I saw the simple things he did without casting too much attention on them.
I closed my eyes, swallowing my regret down hoping it didn’t bubble back up. I turned my attention over to Ledger, who was sprawled on the other end of the couch. He occasionally glanced over at us, a small smile playing on his lips despite his earlier grumbling. The camaraderie between the three of us was easy. I could see myself here—with them after Damien goes to bed, watching movies and sharing space.
I nestled deeper into Alex’s embrace, relishing the safety and security that only he could provide. His hand found its way to my hair, gently stroking as the movie played on. The intimate gesture sent shivers down my spine, making me feel even more connected to him. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of being so close to the person who saved my life.
I thought I was broken and I’d never be able to find comfort in a man’s touch ever again because of what my ex did to me. I thought I was always going to run away. Truthfully, for almost five years, I did exactly that. I avoided getting too close, never dated anyone for fear of what that touch would do to me. But Alex’s touch brought comfort. It didn’t deter me. In fact, I only wanted more of it. I was safe for the first time in a very long while.
Eventually, the movie reached its predictable, yet satisfying, conclusion.
Alex glanced down at me, a soft smile on his lips. “Enjoy the movie?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
“Every second,” I murmured, smiling up at him, not actually talking about the movie. I had no idea what had happened, but I was hyper focused on the way I felt in Alex’s arms.
Ledger stretched and yawned, clearly ready to call it a night. “Alright, lovebirds, I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late.”
“Night, Cole,” Alex and I said in unison, laughing softly at our synchronized farewell.
Alex shifted slightly, adjusting so we were more comfortable on the couch. “You know,” he said, his voice low and soothing, “I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.”
“Neither would I,” I replied, feeling a surge of affection for him.
“Can I take you to bed?” Alex asked, gesturing down the hallway.
“Only if you’re in the mood for some more pineapple.” I winked and then skipped down the hallway.
“Oh, malyshka. You’re in for it.”
35
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It had been the longest week of my entire life. I spent most of the time waiting for our date, and work seemed to drag and fly by at the same time.
Monday:
Alex: Hey, how was work?
Me: Busy. How was your press interview?
Alex: Same questions.
Alex: Missed you.
Wednesday:
Alex: Counting down the hours.
Me: Until?
