Who the fuck is calling me right now? I look over to my nightstand and I see 3:04 am I’m bright red LED numbers. I pinch my eyes closed and I reach for my phone but I stop. The ringing stopped. I let out a breath and closed my eyes again.
About two minutes later, my phone rings again. “What the-“ I quickly glance at my clock and I see 3:06 am. I search the covers blindly and finally find it. “Who the fuck…” the ringing stopped but I have no notifications on my phone.
“Yo, it’s too early for this right now. Who keeps calling-“ just as I’m about to throw my phone a name pops up.
Eros.
My eyes widen and I swipe to answer the call.
My eyes frantically look around my room and my heart pounds in my chest. Silence, all I hear is silence.
Well, now I hear heavy breathing. “H-hello?” The breathing stops for a quick second before resuming and that deep voice I’ve fallen in love with. That deep voice I haven’t heard speak to me, address me, talk to me in months.
“Hi.”
I fidget with my hands and I softly say “Eros? Why did you call me?” After saying that I could just feel my body get hot. I don’t know why I’m dreading his response. “I miss you. I-“
“Oh.” Oh? You fucking say oh?! What the fuck?
“Never mind, I shouldn’t have called.” My eyes widen and he lets out a big sigh. “No, no wait. I… I um- I miss you too. Eros are you okay? What’s going on?”
I can hear his dogs in the background and I smile remembering some stories he told me about them. “I’m okay I… I just wanted to call to say I miss you.” He clears his throat and I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to it. “I missed you so fucking much. There were so many days when I wanted to text you or call you. Fuck…” I’m at a complete loss for words.
“I- um. Oh wow.”
“Wow? That’s all you have to say?”
I roll my eyes and I say “stop it, I’m nervous. You- I missed you too.” I clutch my phone in my hand tighter, scared that if I don’t I’ll lose him again. I open my mouth to say ask him something when I hear a faint clink. “Are you drunk? I- why did you call me? Why-“
“I love you.”
“What?”
“… I love you.”
“You don’t mean that. You-“
“I. Love. You. Do I need to say it in a different language?”
“Can… Can you come over? I- can I see you?”
“N-now? Give me twenty m-minutes. Fuck…”
Before I could even say anything he hangs up. “Holy shit… holy shit.” A grin forms on my face as I think about his words… he loves me. He misses me. I stay laying down on my bed when all of the sudden I hear a knock.
I quickly sit up and I look at the time. It’s only been ten minutes. I zoom to the door thinking to myself twenty minutes my ass. When I turn the lock and open the door, a pair of feet take a step towards me.
I slowly look until our eyes meet and I softly gasp. It’s been so long since I’ve spoken to him let alone see him. I’m in shock.
I step aside and he takes a few hesitant steps in. Throughout all the silence in my apartment, I can’t help but think back to what he said on the phone.
I love you.
I miss you.
I start to slowly pace around my kitchen and I rub my forehead, feeling a headache coming on. “Why would you say that? I- you disappear with zero explanation and expect me to be okay with you just coming back and saying you love me. What the fuck?”
I walk out of the kitchen and I start speeding to my room when I feel a hand grip my arm. “I’m sorry.” I look up at his face and I search it trying to understand what’s going on in his head.
I snatch my arm out of his hand and I keep walking away. Two steps in and I hear “I was afraid…” I freeze mid-step and I let him talk. “I was afraid to love you. Afraid of getting hurt again. Afraid of being left in the cold again. Afraid that I could never be enough for you.”
I turn around and I look at him. He walks up to me and I take a small step back. “I think about the first time we met all the time. I think about how you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me in so fucking long.”
He clears his throat and I’m just frozen. I did not expect this at all. “You scare me so much. You intimidate me so much and it scares the hell out of me but because it’s you, I want to try. I want to risk it.”
He grabs my hands and he leans his forehead on mine. Our eyes lock and he whispers with a tight voice “I’m fucking terrified, to be honest.”
I drop my head from him and when I blink a few tears fall. I try to quickly wipe them but I guess he saw. “I never meant to hurt you. I meant what I said that I needed to take time for myself, but I promise I didn’t want to hurt you.”
His thumb wipes away the stray tears that fall down my cheek. “what did I do so wrong that you couldn’t even talk to me? All I did was try to make you feel comfortable and loved. I- was that too much? Did I try too hard?” I try to push his hand away but he grabs me by the waist. His hand guides my chin up and our eyes lock.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I was so afraid. I could see that you saw right past the mask I had up. Right past the facade and I didn’t like it. You were too real for me; too honest. And I was scared to hear what you thought about me. To hear how you felt about me but fuck I regret not listening before.”
His thumb trails over my bottom lip and he whispers “God, I’m so in fucking love with you.” His lips smash on mine and it catches me so off guard but I catch up.
The kiss starts to get more heated and I tap his chest softly. “Hey wait- Can I respond?”
“Sorry, go ahead.” I laugh at him and now I try to gather my thoughts. “I just… I love you too.” His eyes widen and a shit-eating grin forms on his face and he picks me up, twirling me around.
I smack his arm to put me down and when he finally does he hugs me again. “I am so sorry baby. I can’t describe to you how nervous you make me. I always feel like I’m not enough for you… I think so highly of you.”
He pulls me in tighter and all I can do is rejoice at the fact that he’s here. With me. There’s isn’t much else I could ask for. It’s perfect right now, I just hope he realizes how special he is to me.
I pull away from him and before he could speak I say “I’m so proud of you. I am. This time apart helped me realize my flaws and I guess I can thank you for that.”
His shoulders drop a little and I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers. “I don’t want you to ever be nervous or scared around me. You shouldn’t have any reason to be. I only want you to be yourself. No masks, no walls or facades but to be 100% transparent with me because I’m willing to try if you are.” I take a step closer to him and whisper “I mean considering my crazy ass waited for you for months to talk to me. How could you not see I loved you? I was so patient.”
He smiles and laughs at me and says “yeah, you were a little crazy for that… but, thank you. Words can’t describe how happy I am that you waited. Not a lot of people would’ve done that for me.”
I smack my lips and sigh deeply. “Well, what can I say? You have my heart. Oh my god, that’s so cheesy.” I smack my forehead and we both start laughing. He pulls me in for a hug and we both stand in comfortable silence.
After a few minutes, a big yawn comes out. “Can we go to sleep? I’m tired. It’s like 4 am- fuck 4:30. I have work tomorrow.” I started walking towards my room not even realizing my hand was still in his.
I peel off my sweatshirt and I’m left in an oversized t-shirt. I jump into bed and as soon as my head hits the pillow my eyes shut. I crack open one eye and see him standing awkwardly at the end of my bed.
I tap the space next to me and I say “come here.” He slips under the covers with me and he pulls me towards him. “I know we have so much more to talk about but… I’m glad you picked up my call.”
I hum against the pillow half awake and half asleep “Sleep well baby, I love you.”
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