"I shouldn't be here either," I said as I thought about the fact that I should've been boarding the plane to Dubai in less than two hours. "Where are you supposed to be?" I asked him as I started to unbutton his shirt.
"I should be halfway across the world by now," he admitted. "Training camp in Dubai," he specified, and I was shocked. We should've flown to the same place, and yet we are in New York ignoring all of our commitments.
Charles took off my T-shirt, his hands exploring my body as our lips met with an intensity that betrayed our longing. The chaos of my apartment mirrored the chaos within us, as we let go of our responsibilities and embraced the intoxicating connection, we had rediscovered.
As we moved through the apartment, our desire fuelling our actions, a part of me couldn't help but whisper words of caution between our passionate kisses.
"I should've flown to Dubai today," I confessed in a breathless whisper, my voice barely audible between our kisses.
But Charles, seemingly undeterred by the weight of our choices, continued to shower me with affection and desire. The boundaries we had once set for ourselves faded into insignificance as our bodies intertwined on my cluttered bed.
As our bodies moved in sync, a bittersweet mixture of pleasure and guilt ran through me. The remains of responsibility tugged at my conscience, reminding me of the commitments I had neglected.
"We can still make it to the airport and fly to Dubai," I said as I picked up my T-shirt from the floor. JFK was only an hour away by car. It would be tight, but not impossible.
"You could. I don't have a ticket," the Monegasque replied.
I paused for a moment, my fingers tightening around the fabric of my T-shirt. Thoughts raced through my mind, weighing the consequences of our actions against the undeniable connection we still shared. But ultimately, a sense of clarity emerged amidst the chaos.
"I can't abandon everything and leave on a whim," I said, my voice tinged with regret. "As much as I want to be with you, I can't neglect my career and the opportunities that lie ahead. We both have responsibilities, and we shouldn't disregard them."
Charles nodded, a mixture of disappointment and understanding in his eyes. The intensity of our desire had momentarily blinded us, but now we had to face the consequences of our choices.
"You're right," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and longing. "I can't expect you to give up everything for me. We both have lives to lead, separate from each other."
I picked up all my remaining clothes and quickly got dressed. I threw a few more things into my luggage before zipping it while watching Charles get dressed. He looked stunning – breathtaking even. I despised God for having to make this choice.
We exchanged glances, both aware of the unspoken words hanging in the air. The room felt heavy with emotions, the echoes of our passion mingling with the silence that enveloped us.
"I need to go," I said, my voice betraying the ache in my heart.
"Let me go with you to the airport," Charles pleaded.
"Okay," I smiled at him. We would get one more hour together in a cab. I would take it any time.
We hurriedly gathered our belongings and made our way out of the apartment. The cab ride to the airport was filled with a mixture of emotions—tenderness, regret, and a longing for what could have been.
As the cityscape rushed past us, the weight of our unspoken words hung heavily in the air. We held hands, seeking comfort in each other's touch as if trying to engrave warmth and comfort into our memories.
When we arrived at the airport, Charles helped me with my luggage, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. We stood there, a silent acknowledgement passing between us, knowing that this was the moment we had to let go.
"I'm sorry," Charles whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I never wanted to complicate things."
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I reached out to cup his face gently. "Don't apologise."
"I'll miss you," he said, his voice trembling with emotion.
"And I'll miss you too," I replied, my voice filled with the weight of our unspoken love.
With that Charles watched me walk away, disappearing into the crowd, and I couldn't help but steal one last glance back at him. What the fuck are you doing? I thought, but I kept walking.
As I walked away, my heart felt heavy with the weight of the decision I had just made. Every step I took felt like a betrayal of the love. Doubt crept into my mind, questioning whether I was making the right choice by leaving him behind.
I couldn't ignore the ache in my chest, the yearning that pulled me back towards him. The thought of parting ways, of never seeing his smile or feeling his touch again, was unbearable. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it again.
With each passing second, the distance between us grew, but the desire to turn back intensified. I stopped my steps, my heart pounding in my chest, as I wrestled with my emotions.
The noise of the airport faded into the background as I turned, my gaze frantically searching for Charles. And there he was, standing near the entrance, his eyes fixed on me, filled with a mix of surprise and hope.
Time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked once more. Without hesitation, I abandoned all reason and logic.
I ran back towards him, the anticipation mingling with the fear of the unknown. People around us cast curious glances, but their presence was nothing more than a blur in my peripheral vision. All that mattered was Charles.
Breathless, I reached him, and without uttering a single word, I threw myself into his waiting arms. The world around us ceased to exist as we held each other tightly, our hearts beating in sync.
"I can't let you go," I whispered between sobs, my voice trembling.
Charles held me closer. "Then don't," he replied, his voice filled with unwavering devotion.
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