Page 139 of A Sinful Gravity

"Two PM."

He nodded and kept eating. After he finished, he watched me clean. "Luna."

"Yeah?"

"Come here."

I approached. He grabbed my hand.

"Take care." His tone serious.

"Okay."

"Don't overdo it. Stay safe on stage."

"Okay." His cuteness made me laugh.

"Call me every day."

"Okay."

He stared, as if more words hung, but just released my hand.

"Go. Don't be late."

I met his eyes. There was reluctance, worry, love, but no pleas. He let go.

I leaned, kissed his forehead. "Wait for me."

"Yeah."

I left, glanced back at doorway. He sat bathed in sun, smiling.

I setoff on the tour. Cassian's support gave me a strength I'd never felt before, and it led to a huge success at my opening show in Chicago.

The days on tour were incredibly busy. Rehearsals, performances, interviews, masterclasses—from morning till night, there was almost no time to breathe.

But every single day, I called him. When I woke up in the morning, and again when the show ended at night. Sometimes we talked for a long time, sometimes just a few words, but we spoke every day without fail.

On the night the tour finally ended, I flew straight back to Washington overnight. The entire ride from the airport to the hospital, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest.

When I pushed open the door to his hospital room, Cassian was already sitting up on the edge of the bed, bandages still wrapped around his body. The moment he saw me, that familiar, mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"You came back faster than I expected," he said, his voice low and deep.

I dropped my suitcase aside and practically threw myself into his arms. I was careful not to press too hard on his wounds, but he didn't care at all. One hand gripped my lower back and pulled me even closer.

"Be gentle... you're still not fully healed," I gasped, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm getting discharged tomorrow," he replied. His fingers traced slowly down my spine, caressing me through the thin fabric of my clothes. "I've been going crazy missing you, Luna."

I lifted my eyes to meet his, my lips nearly brushing against his chin. "Then... can you hold on just a little longer?"

He let out a low chuckle, his nose grazing the shell of my ear, his voice hoarse and fierce. "I've held on this long. Isn't that enough?"

My body went weak. I couldn't say another word and simply melted into his kiss.

On our firstnight home after he was discharged, we decorated the room together.