Page 190 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
His eyes widen and I think he understand what else I’m saying.
I choose you.
I’d already decided to ask him if he would give me another chance at some point during this trip. I’m finally at a point where I’ve forgiven myself for the mistakes I made in the past.
He doesn’t push me with follow up questions which I appreciate. He just settles in beside me and holds my hand.
While we wait at the gate for our flight, a few people who recognize Spencer ask for photos and he politely takes them and speaks kindly to every person who braves to say something to him.
I’m sure photos of us will end up online somewhere, but I truly don’t care.
I swear I owe Dr. Michaels my life for helping me work through so many things. I don’t think I’ll ever stop therapy. It’s truly changed my life for the better.
When it’s time to board the plane, I don’t even give Spencer hell for the first-class tickets, because frankly, I’m thankful for it. Having more space will help ease my anxiety.
Our first flight goes smoother than I expect and after a layover we’re on our way to our actual destination.
It’s dark out when we arrive, and from my research, this time of year Iceland only has about four to five hours of daylight. I’m sure that’s made filming slow.
Monroe is fast asleep, so Spencer carries her into the hotel and up to his room. He unlocks the door and steps inside, holding it open for me so I can wheel our bags in. I smile when I see that he already has a bed set up for Monroe. There’seven a Christmas tree in the corner of the room. He lays her down gently and removes her shoes before covering her with the blanket. He presses a kiss to her forehead before he straightens and turns to me.
Warmth fills his eyes as he gazes at me.
“I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Yeah?”
“You have no idea how much.” His voice cracks.
“Spencer,” I breathe, crossing the few feet between us. I wrap my arms around his neck and his wind around my waist.
“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this.” His lips graze my hair. “No idea.”
I frown. I’ve broken this man’s heart a thousand different times and yet he’s still here, still loving me. “I’m sorry.”
His thumbs caress my back in gentle, slow circles. “Don’t be sorry, baby. You found your way back to me. That’s what matters.” He lowers his forehead to mine.
“I want to take things slow,” I warn him. “I want to date you again.”
He smiles down at me, his hands finding my cheeks. “If you wanted to date me again, you didn’t have to break up with me and get with another guy,” he teases.
“Shut up,” I laugh.
“Things are going to be different this time, though,” he says. One hand slides around to the back of my neck. “We’re going to communicate. If you’re feeling insecure about anything you’re going to talk to me and vice versa. I don’t want anything left unsaid between us.”
“I can do that. Dr. Michaels?—”
He closes his eyes, and groans. “Baby, please don’t talk about our therapist when all I want to do is be inside you.”
“Sorry, it’s a bit of a vibe killer, isn’t it?” I laugh.
“A bit, but not enough.”
I slam my hand against my mouth to stifle a small scream when he scoops me up and carries me into the private bedroom and closes the door behind us. He drops me on the bed and closes the door.
Stalking back toward me, he lowers down to be at my level. A hand rests on each side of my hips and my core clenches.
“You’re really giving me a second chance, baby?”
