Chapter 132: We Are Entwined Together
It had been six hours since Amelia ran off. Six hours since Justin confessed his love to me. I groaned, dropping my face into my hands; it was so much. I wanted to bask in the happy feeling of Justin’s love, but I was worried sick about Amelia. She'd turned her phone off; I had no way of tracking her until Matt got back to us. We went home after an hour of waiting for some information; Justin put a hand on my leg, which was bouncing up and down.
“We will find her,” he said softly, wrapping a hand around my leg. He was so strong through all of this, and I had been a hot mess. I didn’t understand why she was acting this way, especially after the amazing weekend we had. I felt her feelings for us multiple times, especially that day we made love all day, but something was seriously wrong to make her run away.
There was a knock on the door before Matt walked in. We had told him about our relationship; we didn’t think we could hide it from him if he was helping us find her.
“We found her; she turned her phone back on about ten minutes ago. She’s in Opin at the Bedwell hotel,” he said. She can’t leave, so you guys need to go find a way to get there as soon as possible.
“I called the hotel, and they said she checked in twenty minutes ago, and she looked okay. I paid them off to make sure we could get there as soon as possible so that she doesn’t suspect anything,” he added, and I stood on my feet abruptly.
“How would we get there in time?” I asked. Justin stood and walked to me. He wrapped his arm around me, and I didn’t realize I was shaking until being in his arms made me stop.
“I had one of the planes on standby for the last three hours. I will call them to tell them where we need to go,” he said into my neck, and relief shot through me at his words. Although Ogun is interstate, it would take a long time to get there by car, so going by plane is the fastest and easiest way.
“Do you want me to send Back with you?” Matt asked. Justin pulled back from me and turned to him.
“No, if they can keep watching the house, that would be great,” he said. Matt nodded and left, and he turned back to me.
“Come on, let’s go get our girl,” he muttered, pulling me into his body again.
I loved touching him, and when he touched me, I could hold him forever, but the pain of Amelia running was dulling the moment. I needed her just as much as I needed Justin. He placed a few kisses on my mouth before we gathered some stuff to leave. Matt sent us the location details, and on the way to the airport, Justin got it straightened out with the pilot. The closest airport to where she was was thirty minutes from the hotel. I felt numb and absolutely dreadful the entire flight. I don’t know how Justin kept it together because I was falling apart. What if she didn’t want to come home with us? What if she didn’t want to be with us?
I don’t think I could handle any of that. My mind drifted back to the weekend. Did we do something to make her doubt us? I locked down, and Justin’s hand naturally intertwined with mine. Then I thought back to today. We kissed her before we sat on the couch, and I got her water. Then I touched Justin, even though he was on the other side of her. Was I touching her? I remembered that I had touched Justin because he had been so tense and upset about Jocelyn, and I knew how my touch calmed him, but that was when she tensed and ran to the restroom. I remembered that sickening sound I’d heard—something hitting the floor—and I had been about to kick down the door after she didn’t respond to me. But Justin calmly reminded me about the second door in the closet. She seemed to be awake, but she was curled in a ball, hyperventilating and unresponsive, and this fucking killed me.
I thought back to the moment she ran away. Justin told us he loved us, and I couldn’t keep my emotions at bay. I never cried in front of people, but I felt safe with my people. Justin had wiped the tears away, but I faintly remembered her reaching for me.
“Dammit,” I gasped, realization hitting me.
“I know why she ran,” I whispered, emotions filling me again.
She promised to be open with us; she promised not to take a solo trip. Justin touched my cheek, and only then did I realize the tears had come back.
I looked into his eyes, which were now wet with unshed tears.
“Donald, I am drawn to you like a flame. Your touch brings me peace and fights off so much loneliness that it is almost overwhelming to think about. I knew the moment I saw you stepping off the elevator that I wouldn’t be able to live my life without you.” I reached up through blurry eyes and wiped his tears away. I know exactly how he feels; there is no way I could ever live without this man.
“You bring me peace, Justin. Hope that I felt was lost, and I love you for that. I love you for being able to calm me down with just a touch, to know what I need and when I need it. I told myself I would never love again, but you made that impossible, both of you did. I have never felt so possessive over someone like I do you and Amelia. I feel like shit that she doesn’t know that; I feel like shit she doesn’t know how much I love her and how much her leaving like this hurts.” I admitted through the tears, and he nodded.
Chapter 132: We Are Entwined Together
“I don’t see a place where our relationship ends with her. We are all entwined together, and from the moment she stepped off the plane, I knew I needed her. Being with the two of you was like breathing, and it is so natural, but when I don’t have you guys, it is like I am suffocating,” he said softly, and I totally agreed.
I laid my head on his shoulder, and we let our silent tears flow until we landed. It was just nine at night when we pulled up to the almost-stretchy-looking Bedwell hotel in an Uber. We had stopped to pick up food because I had a feeling she hadn’t eaten. I spotted her car as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. We hopped out of the car and headed inside. The man at the front desk was expecting us and told us what room she was in. The elevator was out of order, so we took the stairs two at a time, and when we got to her door, Justin stopped me from banging on it. He pulled me back down the hallway.
“Take a deep breath, baby,” he said, cupping the side of my face.
His eyes were red and swollen from tears, and his face a splotchy red. He was still incredibly handsome, and I pulled him closer to kiss him softly. He was my breath; he was my everything.