Nothing good ever happens after 2am.

Except him.
He was the definition of 2am – the lust, the hunger and the affection she craves at 2am. The memories, the lingering thoughts, the lyrics.


She sat, her eyes gazing at the man in front of her. In every way possible, he was perfect. The determination in his eyes. The raspiness in his voice from the whiskey. The face of someone she can never forget. The face of someone that wants her as much as she wants him – if not, more.

He let out a breath, the smell of whiskey lingering between the two of them. He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. Every fiber of him held back his urges to taste her. Only for this moment.

He breathed her in. A scent he deprives himself for thirteen days. A scent that reminded him of love he doesn’t deserve.

“You mean the world to me. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you. You are the most important person to me.”

She cupped his face and caressed his cheeks. These were the very words she wanted to hear for the past two years. The words that brings her to her knees.

“I want to provide for you.” He kissed her forehead. “I know someone else can provide for you. I guarantee you that someone else would provide for you in the future.”

He was bruising her heart without even knowing it.

“But right now, in this moment, I want to provide for you. I would protect you with my life, baby girl.”

The pieces of her heart hanging by the threads formed by his words.

The moonlight bathed the bedroom. She looked at the man in front of her. Her eyes filled with love and sorrow. This man has never been as naked as he was in this moment.

“Everything will be fine.” She finally whispered. She pulled him closer, kissing him gently on the forehead. He crumbled at her forgiveness; he knew all too well he doesn’t deserve her love. In this blissful moment, he never wants to let her go. He held her tightly, resting his head on her chest; listening to the heart that beats for him. Only for him.


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