-Chapter 1
Last week he called my name at work again. For a while, he had been reserving it to when there was only the two of us in the warm comfort of his place or mine. But we've barely seen each other this week. He was on one case, I was on another one and I missed him. Last week, we had so much fun bantering about what was cooler – the Batmobile or the Mach 5. Needless to say that I made him see my way later at home. Home. Home used to be Montana, with my parents, my family and my friends. But right now, home is wherever I lay in Danny's arms. I have become Montana for him and I don't ever want to be anything else. I'm his Montana and that's it.
I'm staring at my phone and read his last message for the hundredth time. It was an hour ago when I got it. I had just knocked on his door when I received it. I had thought about going back to my place when I first read he was stuck at a crime scene. But that thought flew right away from my head as his last words hit my mind. Actually it wasn't exactly words, it was a little "heart" and a "u". he had never done that before. In a message he would usually sign "miss you" or "D", sometimes just a "heart" but he had never combined "heart" with "me". That was new, I was so stunned that I didn't answer him back. Instead I took his hide-a-key. You wouldn't have to be a genius to figure out he had hidden it in the lamp outside his door. And I entered his apartment.
His scent hit me as I progressed towards the living room but I realized that there was something different – a slight touch of something else had been added. What was it? I chuckled as I understood what this touch was – me. I wonder if when he comes to my place, he thinks that his scent has infiltrated mine. Our two scents were mixing, they were becoming one.
I made myself a sandwich, going through his kitchen like I had known it my whole life. Then I went to the couch and my eyes lingered on the pool table. Our first time was great. Greater than any first I had before. But my cheeks reddened a bit as I came to think that it's been greater ever since. We have renewed the pool table experience a few times and I have to say that I'm not sure Danny will ever be able to play pool on it with Flack without flashes barging into his mind.
My eyes are closing now and as comfortable as this couch is, I need a bed. I've never slept in his bed by myself. It almost feels too big without him taking up all the space, sometimes I even have to push him hard otherwise I'd fall right on the floor. I hug his pillow so tight that if he wants to have it back when he comes home, he'll have to wake me up. I slowly fall asleep, his picture invading my dreams.