Dax: My life ended six years ago. No, really. I was dead on the side of the road following a gruesome motorcycle accident. From what I’ve been told, it’s only because of one stubborn man that I have another chance to make something of my life. I no longer hate him for screwing up what I thought I wanted. I want to thank him. NEED to tell him what his actions mean to me.
Now, I’m headed back to the town I’ve never set foot in even though it’s a huge part of my life. I’m not thrilled about that, but the job offers haven’t exactly been flowing in. They’ll probably think I’m crazy, because there’s no way I won’t be able to look at every guy I walk past, wondering if he’s the one who saved me.
Michael: My entire life, I wanted to save lives. I’d earned a full-ride scholarship and had been accepted to med schools across the country. I was so close to making those dreams a reality until the night I held a dying man in my arms. I’ve never been able to get the images of his lifeless body, caked in mud, out of my head. Even when the paramedics tried to take over saving him, I couldn’t let go. I never let go. Eventually, my guilt over not doing more cost me everything but my son. And now, I worry I’ll lose him if I don’t get it together.
I’ve often thought that if I could find him, maybe I could get some closure and finally get my life back on track. Now he’s here and I’m more of a mess than ever. Once the truth comes out, will he keep trying to save me or will he realize that it’s too late?
I turned to face him and crooked a finger to urge him closer to me. My hands settled on his hips, which felt like a completely natural gesture between us and I pulled him close enough that our bodies were touching. “I want to stay. Really, I do,” I promised him. “But the first time I spend the night with you, it’s going to be because we’re so crazy about one another that we can’t stand to be apart. Tonight, there are too many raw emotions out there and I don’t want you to regret asking me to stay because of what’s been shared tonight.”
“I won’t,” he argued. He placed his hands over my chest and stared at them. There was a hint of wonder in his gaze, like he couldn’t believe we were actually standing in his foyer holding one another. Neither could I, to be quite honest. And I couldn’t help but once again feel like there was a reason for our closeness.
“You say that, but you can’t be sure,” I reminded him. “Not to sound like a dick, but you’ve pushed away everyone who you have connected to that night in your mind. That’s not fair to anyone, including yourself, and I won’t let you do it to me.”
“I won’t,” he insisted again. “I know I’ve screwed up in the past, but I won’t do it anymore. It probably makes me sound insane, but knowing that it’s you and you’re back in my life helps. You’ve made me see just how wrong I was to push everyone away. You’ve made me realize they were all right to tell me it wasn’t my fault and that I can’t punish myself forever.”
“That’s good, but I still think both of us need to go and try to get some sleep,” I told him. I wasn’t backing down on this.
“We can do that here. Together.” He wound his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me tight against his chest. “I’m not asking you to stay so we can fuck or anything like that. I just need you next to me.”