There is only one way to find out, but even that fills me with fear. Right now, we’re caught in the in between, still holding on, but if I ask and it’s a no, if he’s moved on or doesn’t want me anymore, then it’s truly over.
And that fear holds me back for the next two weeks. Each day, I have more questions and concerns, and I miss him more than I thought possible, as if my every breath hurts without him there. I miss him holding me, I miss his smile, his laughter. The way he saw the world. I don’t even see him again, and that kills me.
That’s the funny thing about fear, it cripples you more deeply than even heartbreak, because you imagine everything that could go wrong, every possibility, and you overthink it time and time again. When, in fact, the worst thing could be the word no.
So on a Wednesday night when I’m walking home after the show, I stop along the river and pull my coat in tighter. The summer will be gone soon, and the cool air is reminding me of the winter to come. The half-moon shines bright above me, the clouds hiding the stars. The water is peaceful, and the city is awake but quieter at this time. I stand there, watching the water before pulling out my phone, and I take a leap of faith.
I jump back into the air and pray my wings catch me.
His angel.
Me: Can we meet, can we talk? I’m tired of staying away. I’m tired of missing you. I still love you, if you want me?
Tyler
I’m awake, of course I am. I never sleep without her beside me, and when I get the text, my heart lurches and then soars. I almost fall, I sit up that quickly, my hands shaking as I try to type out a reply as fast as I can.
Me: Where are you, Angel?
I get to my feet and yank on my jeans one-handed in the dark, unable to drop the phone for a moment. The day I’ve been waiting for has come. I have waited patiently, I’ve been polite and kind, keeping my distance and respecting her decision—even when I just wanted to tie her to my bed and force her to love me, to stay. But now she’s walking back into my arms, and I will never let her leave again.
Angel: South side of the river, across from the old bookshop. Why?
Smirking, I shake my head. Does she really think I would just send her a cheesy text and we could talk the next day? She ought to know better than that.
Me: Because I’m coming for you, Angel, and you better be ready. I’m never letting you go again.
I’m downstairs and in my car, starting the engine before she even replies.
Angel: Then come get me, Daddy.
Oh, game on, Angel.
I rev the engine and peel from the garage, heading straight for my girl. My headlights light up the dark as I drive from my street and into the city to get my angel. The roads aren’t too busy at this time, mainly cabs and those trying to get home, so I manage to park alongside the river in record time. I get out, close my coat up, and stick my hands inside as I search the railing for her.
I find her a little farther down. Her back is to me, and her coat is pulled tight around her to stop the wind from reaching her skin. Her blonde hair is tucked over her shoulder, and her curvy frame isn’t concealed by her layers of clothing. She’s alone, standing with the city’s lights behind her, but they’re not shining nearly as bright as she does. I walk slowly towards her, my heart hammering and stomach clenching. Nerves fill me, but also hope.
I stop behind her, and she must feel me, because she turns her head and glances over her shoulder, those bright eyes meeting mine as a smile curves her lips. Her body turns to me then, and we stand meters apart. Just staring at each other.
“You came,” she offers, her voice quiet and going straight to my cock like it always does. It reminds me of nights spent between her thighs, my cock in that sweet little mouth, in her pussy, and ass, and how she screamed she loved me.
“I always will for you, Angel, you know that,” I murmur and step closer. She