Chapter Fifty-Two - It Is Going To Be Difficult

Paxton

I am in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I hate I need to leave in a week. It is going to make our relationship difficult. I am dreading it. I believe Kenna is, too. We are barely going to have any time to see one another. I sigh loudly. Why did I have to fall for someone I can’t have around all of the time? I close my eyes and massage my temples. 

A knock on my bedroom door pulls me from my thoughts. The door opens a little. 

“Hey, can I come in?” Kenna whispers. 

“Of course,” I reply. 

Carter must have finally gone to bed. She sneaks in quietly and closes the door. She rushes over and climbs in next to me. She instantly snuggles in and rests her head on my chest. 

I slip my arm around her, kissing the top of her head, “Hello, beautiful.” 

She nuzzles her face in my neck, “Hello, handsome.” She replies and kisses my neck.

I bring the covers up, not wanting her to get cold. I hold her tighter and sigh. 

“What is on your mind? Don’t tell me nothing because it is something.” She says softly. 

Kenna glances up at me, waiting for my answer. I read down, stroking her cheek. 

“I hate that I need to leave you in a week,” I answer honestly. 

“Me too, but we don’t have much of a choice. You need to get back to your real life, and I have to stay here.” 

I can hear the sadness in her voice. A part of me wants to ask her to come with me, but I won’t for a few reasons. It is too soon for such a step. Kenna has her life here, and lastly, how would we explain it to Carter? 

“I know. It is going to be hard.” 

“Yes, but we will make it work. I promise.” She replies confidently. 

I kiss her softly, but only for a moment, “Yes, we will, whatever it takes, angel.” 

I will come to her as much as I can, but I will need to book into a hotel or buy an apartment. Carter would get suspicious if he knew I was back in town a lot. I will also flt her to me when I can. When I am back on the road, it will be different places she’ll need to come to. We need to come up with a plan. 

“We are going to be okay.” She whispers. 

It didn’t sound too convincing. 

“We will be. Do you think you could fit me in this week to go and look at some places? I think I want to buy somewhere.” 

“Wait, what? You want to buy a place in town?” 

I can hear the excitement in her voice. 

“Yes. It would make it easier when I visit. It would give us a place to be alone, hide at.” 

A smile grows on her lips, “I will make sure to fit you in and find the perfect place for you.” She gushes. 

“Perfect. You can let me know tomorrow once you check your diary.” 

Kenna nods eagerly and covers her lips with mine. She kisses me passionately, and I return it with the same manner. When we part, she still has the same smile on her lips. 

“Do you want an apartment or a house?” 

“An apartment will be fine.” 

No point in a house. A house is something you buy when you want a home. I won’t be around enough to make it a home. 

“We have a few available.” 

“You can send me the links tomorrow. You can use it too when I am not around if you need some space.” 

She may as well make use of it. 

“Thank you, that is kind and sweet of you. It will be the perfect place for us to have our naughty calls and video chats.” She snickers. 

I smirk, “Mmm, yes, those will be fun.” 

It is the best way to keep us connected in a sexual way. I want to keep all the connections alive between us. I refuse to be one of those couples whose relationship falls apart due to distance. It has taken a lit for us to get here. I plan on fighting for us, no matter what. 

“Oh, I am sure.” She agrees, kissing my bare chest. 

I groan and tense under her lips. She climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. 

“We should start practising.” She purrs and grinds against me. 

I moan in response. “What a great idea.” 

I need her badly. It is just a shame we need to be quiet. I can’t wait when we don’t need to sneak around or be quiet. An apartment of my own will help with that. 

***
“I should return to my room.” Kenna pouts. 

We are wrapped up in one another, nothing but the sheets covering our naked bodies. We had two rounds before lying in bed, just talking and laughing. I don’t want her to leave, but it is getting late. We can’t risk her falling asleep in bed, no matter how badly I wish she could.

I sigh in disappointment, “I guess.” 

“I don’t want to go either, but I must.” 

I steal a few more kisses before I let go of her. She sits up on the bed to put her pjs back on. I crawl over the bed to her, kneeling behind her. I kiss over her neck, bare shoulders and back. 

Kenna whimpers, goosebumps rising on her skin. I rest my lips at her ear. 

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay a little longer?” I rasp, my hands coming around the front of her body, massaging her breasts. 

She gasps loudly, her head falling back. 

“As much as I want to, I shouldn’t.” she breathes out. 

“Okay, sweetheart,” I reply and put a distance between us. 

She glances over her shoulder at me, “I will come back in the morning if Carter leaves before me.” 

“Promise?”

She turns to face me, kissing me softly, “I promise.” 

She puts her pjs back on before she sneaks out of my room and back to hers. I wait a few minutes before I climb out of bed, pull my boxers on and head to the bathroom to clean up. I return to my room, changing the sheet. We made a mess. 

I slip back into bed. It will take some time for me to fall asleep. It would happen quicker if Kenna were next to me. I guess it is something I should get used to since it will be the same every night once I leave. 

I groan in frustration, trying to get comfortable. It doesn’t seem to be working. I wish I could stay longer, but that isn’t a possibility. My management and record company are already pissed at me for taking the summer off. It was what I needed. It has been good for me. I won’t get myself into trouble the way I was before I came here. Kenna is the one to thank for that. 

The media are not going to be happy. They will have nothing to write about. Screw them, I don’t give a damn about them. I lost myself for a long time and became the worst version, but not anymore. I am better than that. I don’t want to be that man any longer. If I ever return to his, then it would mean I would lose Kenna, something I don’t want. 

I close my eyes, calming my thoughts and body. If I relax enough, sleep will take over me, eventually, with any luck.