Find Me Alastar

“Have you got everything?” he asks.

“I just have to get my bag from upstairs.”

“Okay.”

I turn and walk upstairs, into his bedroom, and I take one last look around at the luxury space. I make

the bed with the ridiculously expensive bed linen and walk into the bathroom to pick up the fluffy towels

that we left on the floor after our lovemaking and shower this morning. My eyes glance over at the shower

and I get a visual reminder of what we would have looked like making love up against the tiles on the

wall.

Our lips locked, his hands all over me, his body inside of mine.

I don’t want to go.

I want to stay with him for the week.

I walk over to the thick, expensive drapes and pull them back to look out onto the street below. Am I

strong enough to give him the week, knowing that I have to let him go at the end of it?

I already think I know the answer.

Why did I have to meet him? Why is he asking me to stay?

This is where we make memories that we look back on, remember?

His words cross through my mind and I smile.

Maybe Alastar Twinkle is going to be just that: a beautiful thing that happened in London.

A beautiful thing that I will regret if I don’t explore it.

I always said I don’t want any regrets in life. Will I regret this?

I will. I know I will.

But what will I regret more? Doing this and missing him when he goes, or knowing I could have spent

more time with him when I had the chance and I turned it down because of fear.

I blow out a deep, sad breath just as his arms slip around me from behind. His lips go to my temple as

he stares out to the street below with me.

“Please. Give me the week,” he breathes.

We stand still for a moment as we stare out the window, both lost in our own thoughts.

I turn and kiss him softly, my tongue dusting his lips, asking for approval to enter his mouth. Our kiss

turns passionate and my eyes close instinctively.

Why does he have to kiss so perfectly?

“I’m scared I wont let you go,” I finally whisper, admitting my fear.

“I will make sure that you do,” he breathes. “If it is any consolation, it is me who won’t want to let

you go.”

My eyes search his. Does he feel this connection as much as I do?

“It’s one week. Let’s give each other one week,” he whispers, almost begging me. I smile, unable to

push the stupid words of permission through my lips. I nod and let him kiss me once more.

The flicker of warm light dances across my face, I’m drunk on a post orgasmic glow in the arms of my

bright, shining star. We’re lying in front of the fire on a mattress he dragged onto his bedroom floor. The

room is dark, lit only by the fire flames. Sporadically, the fire crackles loudly, breaking the silence.

Alastar is curled around me from behind, and his hands roam up and down my naked body, with hisAll text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

lips touching my skin every now and then. We are under a large, chunky knit, navy throw.

“Tell me about your family?” he asks.

“My family?” I smirk.

“Yes.”

“Well, I am the middle daughter.”

“Middle child syndrome?”

“Totally,” I whisper.

“My mum and my dad are hopelessly in love.”

I feel him smile behind me.

“We are relatively poor.”

He comes up onto his elbow and looks down at me. “Poor?” He frowns as if surprised.

I shrug. “Well, not poor. We never went without, but my father had an accident when I was seven and

has a bad back.”

“Oh.”

“He can only work part-time.”

He stays silent, as if thinking.

“Mum picked up jobs where she could.” I smile up at his shocked face.

“We were wealthy in other ways,” I reply to try and relieve his horror.

A trace of a smile crosses his face. “How so?”

I smile. “My parents were in love and they loved us, too. They taught us that no matter how much

money you had, it meant nothing if you don’t know how to love somebody with your whole heart. We

called it wholeheartedly love.”

He smiles softly and his tender lips meet mine. “You are blessed then.”

I smile.

“To be loved so wholeheartedly,” he whispers. I roll back onto my side to face him, the light of the

fire and his lips once again roaming over the side of my cheek, his thick body nestled close up against

mine.

“What about your family?” I ask.

He hesitates before answering. “I am the eldest of three.”

I smile. “All boys?”