65. Jackson
Jackson
“What—and I mean this in the absolute nicest possible way— the actual fuck was that, Hayes?!” Logan shouted at me the second Ryan cleared the doorway.
“Go the fuck after him!” Donovan orders.
I’m moving before he even finishes the sentence. I sprint across the floor, push the heavy bar door open with a lot more force than necessary—thank god no one was standing on the other side of it—and burst out into the parking lot.
I frantically search the dark car park when I finally spot him. He’s leaning casually against the brick wall of the building, one foot kicked up against the stone, looking aimlessly up at the Seattle stars.
I stop, my chest heaving. Yeah, I’m nervous as fuck, but this is Splash. He came all the way here to see me. There is no fucking way I am letting him leave like this. This man has been living rent-free in my head and in my heart for months now; he is absolutely not just walking away from me.
“Where are you going?” I ask, breathing heavily as I approach him.
“Just back to my hotel,” he says quietly, not looking at me.
“Yeah, that’s not happening,” I say.
I step directly into his personal space, pinning him gently but firmly back against the brick wall of the bar. My heart is hammering. Fuck, have I got this wrong?
“You came here for me,” I say, ensuring my voice doesn’t waver. It’s not a question; I just desperately need confirmation that we are on the exact same page.
Ryan looks down at me, his eyes instantly darkening in the dim parking lot light. “I did, but it appears I might have read this situation wrong?” The sound of his voice makes my chest ache. “I need you to be really direct here,” he repeats quietly.
“Ok, let me make this perfectly clear for you, Ryan,” I say, reaching up. “You’re all I can think about. The image of you has just been a blur in my head all this time, but fuck… the real thing is completely incredible. We promised to be one hundred percent honest, and we always will be.”
I run my fingers slowly through his hair, anchoring him.
“I am so fucking attracted to you, Ryan. And it’s not just because of this beautiful body you have.
” I shift my hand down to his chest, pressing my palm firmly over his heart, feeling it race beneath his shirt.
“It’s for your fucking incredible mind. The way you think, the way you feel…
how big your heart is. That is the man I fell in love with. ”
Ryan’s eyes widen in absolute shock. Without a single second of hesitation, his hands slide up my jacket, his lips crashing down onto mine, pulling me closer against the wall.
“Fuck!” I pant, I’m so fucking needy for this man already.
As soon as our lips touch, I know I’m screwed, well and truly fucked.