and blew out the smoke. It was a nasty habit we both needed to kick but I was anxious. She moved closer, so our legs and shoulders were touching and instantly I found myself calming down. I leaned my head back against the wall and looked over and down at her beautiful face.
Her eyes sparkled in the soft light as she studied my face. "We'll get through it, Cade. Somehow. We have to."
"How do you know me so well?" My fingers threaded through hers.
"You're a part of me. I know you inside and out. Just like you know me. That's what we have to hang on to. It's always going to be us ." I could hear the trembling in her voice as she said the words.
Brook . I closed my eyes in reverence as her name ran through my mind. Finally, I opened them again so I could look into her face. I'd never get enough of looking at her; I wanted to devour every line of her face and memorize every second of this night.
Her features were softened with love and something more. The long hair, darkened for the film, fell over her shoulder as she leaned into me and the sweet scent of her shampoo engulfed me. My heart ached and beat faster at the same time, as I tried to commit it all to memory.
"It isn't that. It isn't that I'm afraid I'll lose you, but I'm going to miss you so much. I don't know how I'll get through those months without you. I'm trying hard to push it away and not think about it, but... I can't bloody help it."
She squeezed my hand and I saw the tears well in her blue eyes, as she tried to blink them back. "I'll miss you, too. Every day. Probably more than I'll be able to stand, but distance isn't going to change how I feel about you." She swallowed and her chin jutted out as she fought with the emotions. "You told me once that you'd make sure to remind me how much you loved me, remember?" I nodded, before she continued, "I'll do the same for you. I promise."
She leaned against my shoulder and I leaned my cheek on the top of her head. We sat side by side, and I traced circles on top of her hand with my thumb. I wanted to leave, to be alone with her, to lose myself in her and erase the anguish I knew we both felt. I wanted to store up memories of holding her, making love and telling her how she made me feel… I wanted to spend every minute we had left, alone with her.
"Let's go soon, okay? I know it's only eleven, but your parents are dealing with jet lag and it's 5 A.M. to them." She read my mind again.
"Yeah. Okay." I stared into her face and snubbed out my cigarette on the slate of the patio. "I love you."
She smiled softly at me. "I know. Miracles do happen." I felt my lips quirk despite myself, as she repeated the words I’d spoken earlier that day in the makeup trailer. Just like me, she remembered the little things that were totally and utterly us .
BROOK CUDDLED CLOSE to me in the back of the limo as it drove us to our hotel. When we arrived, my parents and I got out at the front and she huddled down so fans and paparazzi wouldn’t see her, then Peter took her back in through the garage, as had become our covert habit.
My parents were beat so I said goodnight to them and went to my room to wait for my girl. I took off the button-down I had over my T-Shirt, kicked my shoes off and turned down the lights; leaving only a small one on over the TV. TV was something Brook and I rarely did. We preferred to spend our time playing music, talking, or making love.
Mmmm... The thought of her naked skin against mine made my body tighten in anticipation . I ran my hands through my hair as I went to move the gift from Dawson and Ethan into the closet. Ugh! I would ask Denise to bring in some scissors so I could pop the damn thing and she could take it out in her bag and dispose of it. I smiled despite myself. It was bloody funny, but for Christ's sake, I had to get rid of it, and fast.
I pulled down the sheets on the newly made bed, stripped all of my clothes off, and climbed in to wait for Brook. I sat, leaning up against
Her eyes sparkled in the soft light as she studied my face. "We'll get through it, Cade. Somehow. We have to."
"How do you know me so well?" My fingers threaded through hers.
"You're a part of me. I know you inside and out. Just like you know me. That's what we have to hang on to. It's always going to be us ." I could hear the trembling in her voice as she said the words.
Brook . I closed my eyes in reverence as her name ran through my mind. Finally, I opened them again so I could look into her face. I'd never get enough of looking at her; I wanted to devour every line of her face and memorize every second of this night.
Her features were softened with love and something more. The long hair, darkened for the film, fell over her shoulder as she leaned into me and the sweet scent of her shampoo engulfed me. My heart ached and beat faster at the same time, as I tried to commit it all to memory.
"It isn't that. It isn't that I'm afraid I'll lose you, but I'm going to miss you so much. I don't know how I'll get through those months without you. I'm trying hard to push it away and not think about it, but... I can't bloody help it."
She squeezed my hand and I saw the tears well in her blue eyes, as she tried to blink them back. "I'll miss you, too. Every day. Probably more than I'll be able to stand, but distance isn't going to change how I feel about you." She swallowed and her chin jutted out as she fought with the emotions. "You told me once that you'd make sure to remind me how much you loved me, remember?" I nodded, before she continued, "I'll do the same for you. I promise."
She leaned against my shoulder and I leaned my cheek on the top of her head. We sat side by side, and I traced circles on top of her hand with my thumb. I wanted to leave, to be alone with her, to lose myself in her and erase the anguish I knew we both felt. I wanted to store up memories of holding her, making love and telling her how she made me feel… I wanted to spend every minute we had left, alone with her.
"Let's go soon, okay? I know it's only eleven, but your parents are dealing with jet lag and it's 5 A.M. to them." She read my mind again.
"Yeah. Okay." I stared into her face and snubbed out my cigarette on the slate of the patio. "I love you."
She smiled softly at me. "I know. Miracles do happen." I felt my lips quirk despite myself, as she repeated the words I’d spoken earlier that day in the makeup trailer. Just like me, she remembered the little things that were totally and utterly us .
BROOK CUDDLED CLOSE to me in the back of the limo as it drove us to our hotel. When we arrived, my parents and I got out at the front and she huddled down so fans and paparazzi wouldn’t see her, then Peter took her back in through the garage, as had become our covert habit.
My parents were beat so I said goodnight to them and went to my room to wait for my girl. I took off the button-down I had over my T-Shirt, kicked my shoes off and turned down the lights; leaving only a small one on over the TV. TV was something Brook and I rarely did. We preferred to spend our time playing music, talking, or making love.
Mmmm... The thought of her naked skin against mine made my body tighten in anticipation . I ran my hands through my hair as I went to move the gift from Dawson and Ethan into the closet. Ugh! I would ask Denise to bring in some scissors so I could pop the damn thing and she could take it out in her bag and dispose of it. I smiled despite myself. It was bloody funny, but for Christ's sake, I had to get rid of it, and fast.
I pulled down the sheets on the newly made bed, stripped all of my clothes off, and climbed in to wait for Brook. I sat, leaning up against
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