A/N: Y'all have to promise to listen to "From You" by SAYGRACE on repeat as you read this. Promise? Okay. Here goes...
Am I right or wrong?
'Cause I risk it all to make you miss me babe.
-SAYGRACE, "From You"
He knew the moment she arrived. Finally.
He missed her.
Nothing had been the same since Cipher had come into their lives. She'd left not long after. Quietly. Like a thief in the night. He finally felt what she must have felt in the DR.
Now here she was. Straddling a Ducati Scrambler and looking like a new woman. She gazed at him. He stared at her, trying to figure out what was so different.
Her eyes. They still could see through the bullshit, but she'd seen more now. She knew more.
I missed you. Come home. He wanted to say. But it was her eyes that stopped him. They said: I can't.
"Hey." She said, her voice cigarettes and caramel and his every memory, all at once.
It was late. Past midnight, he thought, but couldn't be sure. Didn't want to. He just wanted her to stay forever.
That sat on the couch in his rustic, yet modern farmhouse. Her elbow on the back of the sofa, temple resting against her closed fist, she smiled vibrantly as he talked about teaching Jack and Brian about American muscle. His heart raced, but he kept his cool.
Finally, he stopped talking and her gaze shifted. She knew what was coming next.
"Where have you been?"
"Everywhere. Nowhere." She looked down and picked at the label on the beer bottle that rested against her leg.
"Met any new people?"
Are you in love with someone else?
"I met a hundred new people. Ask me what you want to ask me."
"Do you still love me?" He paused. "Only me?"
She nodded and met his gaze, both hands reaching for his face. She looked at him like he was the Sun and Moon. "Of course. You ride, I ride."
His eyes closed and his cheek fell against her hands, relishing in her touch that he'd been starved of for the last six months.
"Why did you leave?" He asked, his gravelly voice trembling.
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
"I forgot who I was without you." She smiled a watery smile at him. "I didn't know if I was ready to be a mom to someone else's child."
It was harsh, perhaps, but it was the truth. When she had pictured their lives together, it was her who gave birth to his firstborn son. And that didn't mean she loved little Brian any less.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Please don't apologize. How could you have known I was still alive? I didn't even know I was alive."
"I can't. There's something coming, and I have to try to stop it before it hurts you or Brian."
He leaned forward and kissed her softly. "Stay." He kissed her again. "Please."
"Dom." She whispered against his lips.
"Letty." He breathed. It was a prayer. A mantra. His love.
Letty gave in. She kissed his hard. Long. And didn't stop until they were wrapped around each other, writhing around his bed like a pair of touch-starved teenagers.
And when they finally had enough of each other, the sun was rising.
"I have to go."
"For how long."
"How long is too long?" She asked.
"A week, a day, an hour."
He pushed damp hair from her face and kissed her softly. "Go. Live your life a quarter mile at a time, but come home."
"Ride or die, right?"
"Just ride. I need you here with me." He confessed. "If you die, I die."
"I love you." She said, kissing his once more. Eventually, Letty pulled out of Dom's embrace and dressed. Making her way to his bedroom door, she turned back to look at him, as if taking a mental picture.
"If I can't stop him," she mentioned, "be ready."
He nodded once and watched her leave, wondering who exactly 'he' was.