Wesbury
The moment I step off the plane at Wesbury airport, excitement bubbles up inside me. Thereâs a car waiting, ready to zip me over to Leonardâs place, and my stomach does this funny little flip.
Nerves, I guess.
Pulling up to his house, I spot Leonard out front, and heâs got this warm, welcoming grin. âWelcome again to Wesbury, Ms. Lewis,â he greets.
I manage a âThanks, Mr. Harding,â trying to sound way cooler than I feel.
Heâs all thanks and welcomes, but I wave it off. No biggie, Iâm here for a reason, right? As we head to his house, I canât help but blurt out the question burning in my mind. âIs he coming soon?â My heartâs doing a marathon.
Leonard assures me, that Duke will be here, but heâs got to hit the airspace by nine. My heart sinks a little. Not much time, then.
âTraveling out?â I ask, kinda nosy about his plans.
âYeah,â he says, all mysterious. âSomewhere.â
I try to lighten things up. âA place of no name, huh?â
He laughs. âWe can call it that way.â
As we walk toward the house, I canât help but marvel at it. Elegant, expansive, a modern marvel nestled amongst nature. âYouâve done well for yourself, Leonard.â
He nods a hint of pride in his stride. âThank you, Simone.â
We pause before entering, âYou live here alone?â I ask, more out of a need to fill the silence than genuine curiosity.
He hesitates, just for a moment. âNot exactly. I have a fiancé. Sheâs not in town right now.â
The news catches me off guard, a surprise I wasnât prepared for. But before I can react or probe further, Leonard ushers me inside, the promise of the evening still hanging between us.
I get curious about who he shares it with and find out about his fiancé and their wedding. Sheâs out of town, though.
The guest lounge has a hushed energy, every footstep on the plush carpet, every murmur, adding to the build-up of my own internal tumult. I absently smooth the fabric of my dress, taking a deep breath, feeling the stir of the air as someone approaches.
There he is.
Duke strides toward me, a mix of determination and hesitation. Itâs been weeks, but in this moment, it feels like mere days since we last saw each other. The lounge suddenly feels too small, too confined for the magnitude of this moment.
âDuke?â My voice quivers slightly, a sign of emotions Iâm trying to contain.
âSimone.â His voice deep, a reflection of our shared past. Our history.
I lift my head, our eyes lock, and I canât help the joy that lights up my face. âDukeâ¦â Itâs barely a whisper, my voice shaking with so many feelings.
I stand, moving towards him, arms open wide. As we step closer, the world blurs into nothingness, and itâs just us. When we embrace, itâs like everything Iâve been waiting for.
âI never thought Iâd see you again,â I murmur into his shoulder, my heart about to burst with happiness.
âIâm here,â he says, his voice a warm caress. âHow have you been?â
âOkay,â I manage, trying to keep it together. But as we stand there, I can tell heâs thrown off by how much this means to me.
âCan I hug you again?â My voice is so faint, almost lost.
He stammers a yes, taken aback.
I wrap my arms around him again, tighter this time, pressing close. Everything else just fades away. Itâs just his embrace, familiar and so, so missed.
Leonardâs nearby, watching us with wide eyes. He probably didnât see this coming. But right then, nothing matters except the sheer joy of having Duke back in my arms.