Page 46 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
There’s no doubt that my heart will break when he walks away—both of those are guarantees. But for now, I’m going to cherish the second chance I’ve been given with Dex.
He might only be mine for a moment, but I will be his for infinity.
Wespendourlasttraveling day mostly holed up in a hotel room making each other come our brains out, because anything other than mutual handjobs is pretty much impossible once we get back to Lola’s house.
If I’ve learned anything about Valen, it’s that the man has an obsession with my balls and loves to fondle them even when we aren’t getting frisky. Which tends to make me frisky. So, win-win really.
I don’t even complain when he corrals me into the tiny sardine package that is a Jeepney, and honestly there’s only two or three other passengers, so I don’t mind. But it does mean we get a few more discreet stares when Valen sits with his hand on my knee, our shoulders pressed together.
It’s okay to indulge for a while, isn’t it?
I take his arm and place it around my shoulders, and it’s instantaneous how he grips on to me, pulls me in tight, and turns his face into my hair to press a kiss to my temple.
“Mahal ko,“ he whispers, and I’m determined to make him tell me what it means tonight.
It can be my birthday present.
I fully expected today to go as normal, to skirt through with maybe a few texts here and there from Zeke, but otherwise I was prepared for no one to acknowledge it.
But then Valen woke me up with his mouth on my cock, and as he licked the cum from his lips he said, “Happy birthday, handsome.”
Why the hell am I so weak for him? Him and his little endearments that usually make me run for the hills. Why does he have to be different?
Because he is. Undeniably, he’s different from everyone else who’s ever passed through my life.
He’s so much more. And that’s fucking terrifying.
I busy myself with scrolling through Zeke’s barrage of messages the last few days. I haven’t told the smug asshole about Valen and I hooking up, but all of his texts seem to imply he knows something is going on, and fuck him for being so damn perceptive.
Zeke:Happy 25th, asswipe. Call me when you can dig your head out of your man’s ass for a few minutes.
Followed by another text that makes me roll my eyes and has Valen laughing beside me.
Zeke:P.S Maybe send me a pic of said ass...?
It wasn’t my intention to lean into Valen, laying my head on his shoulder as I compose a message back that I absolutely will not be sharing any part of Valen’s magnificent body with anyone.
For now, Valen is mine, and if ever there were a day where I get to be selfish and indulge—it would be today.
“Do you usually send him pics of other guys’ asses?” Valen asks quietly into my ear, voice filled to the brim with amusement.
How to explain to the guy I’m currently hooking up with about the guy who regularly fucks me so hard into the mattress we’ve broken a few frames?
Maybe best to keep that part to myself.
“Just mine,” I say, gripping Valen’s thigh and resting more of my weight on him. “We hook up whenever I’m in Atlanta.”
Valen goes quiet, rubbing soothing circles on my shoulder, and it makes me uncomfortable to know Valen is thinking about me with someone else.
I don’t want anyone else. Not now. No one but him.
“Hey.” I turn to catch his eyes, and there’s an unmistakable sadness that I wish I could take away. I wish I could promise him time, a future, something tangible so he never has to worry about where I am or who I’m with—but I’m not that kind of person.
I need freedom.
I put my hand on his cheek, ignoring the glances from the people around us, and bring his lips to mine. We trade soft, easy kisses until I feel the tension drain from his shoulders. And even then, I lean back in my seat to pull him closer, and his hands take root on my hip and in my hair as his mouth gains confidence.
God, he knows how to knock the breath out of me.
