Page 13 of The Year of Us: April

Kissing Reese was worth the flight across the country alone. When we weren’t together, I’d started to miss him like I was missing a limb. Our calls and texts had gotten more and more frequent as time went on. And the subject matter had expanded from mostly sex, to sex and the mundane. The everyday things that people shared.

He was the first person I thought of now when I wanted to share something. And I wanted to share everything with him.

“If I told you that I want you to kneel for me, would it scare you away?” I asked him, half terrified that he’d say yes. I swallowed my apprehension and forced myself to stay still when all I wanted to do was flip him over and ask him to promise me things I wasn’t sure he wanted me to ask of him.

“It wouldn’t.” Reese didn’t elaborate.

And that was fine. It was enough for now to know that he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. “It might have a few months ago. But not now.”

Taking a breath to get my heart rate under control, I then asked, “And if I bought you a ticket, would you come see me in New York sometime?”

Reese looked at me and a furrow appeared in his brow and ice skittered in my veins at the thought of him saying no.

“Say yes,” I begged.

May is a lifetime away…Do you think Reese is on his way to New York yet?