I HEART THIS FIC TOTALLY “Brian….” He reaches up and touches my cheek. He tries to say something, but he can’t get the words out.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Justin.”
He looks at me with regret. “I never would have let him if I hadn’t been so high. You’re the only one….”
“It’s okay.”
“I didn’t let him kiss me. Not him, or anyone.” Rain drips down his face and I wipe the moisture away.
The truth is that I haven’t kissed anyone but him for two years. Even after he left with the fiddler. “Me, either.”
He smiles and presses his lips to mine. I run my fingers through the back of his hair as my tongue sweeps through his mouth, and he sighs into me. We kiss until thunder cracks in the distance, making us both jump.
“I guess we should get off the beach, don’t want to get struck by lightning.”
“No, wouldn’t want that,” I say, smiling. I grab his hand and we run back to the car, even though we’re already soaked. Justin gets behind the wheel and fumbles for the keys in his pocket. His hands are shaking, and I reach over and take them in mine, rubbing them gently. We sit in silence, listening to the rain.
Then he says, “Nothing seems real here. It was like, if I just didn’t tell you, then it wouldn’t be happening. And I could go back to Pittsburgh in six months and it would all be like a bad dream.”
I nod. “I understand. And everything's going to be okay. Just don’t lie to me.”
“I won’t. I promise.” He leans over, kissing me softly. A second later he bolts upright. “I guess we should go pay the bill, huh?"
Shit, I'd totally forgotten. "Yeah, I guess so. I'll go."
"Can you grab my jacket, too? I left it on the back of my chair." I nod and my hand closes around the door handle. But I don’t move. The rain drums on the roof, coming down harder and harder. The lights from the restaurant reflect off the wet glass of the side mirror, and I keep my eyes glued to it.