This chapter just carries straight on from the last chapter.

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Christian POV:

I was almost euphoric. Syed was going to come clean. He was going to tell his family the truth about us, finally. He was going to stand up for our relationship, and ensure that we would get our happy ending –

I stopped my thoughts in their tracks and turned to look at the man sitting next to me. He had promised me this so many times in the past that I didn't know what to make of this promise that he had made me. He had been so ready to admit what he was to his family, but he had always fallen at the final hurdle, before he crossed the finishing line. What was so different about this time that would make him go through with it? I sighed, not knowing the answer.

"We've been through all of this before, Sy..." I needed him to tell me, to confirm to me that, this time, he meant it. That this time, it would be different. That we would be together at the end of it all, no matter what.

"Christian," he took my hand in his again. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of my name on his lips. I had to fight to keep myself focused, to prevent myself from taking him right there. "I love you." I looked into his eyes and saw the truth of his words. The look of love and devotion that was saved just for me. "I can't live like this anymore. I need to be with you. Always. I don't want you to be this dirty little secret anymore. I want to be with you, properly. Fully." My heart felt like it would burst in my chest. Those words were the ones I had longed to hear from him in such a long time. I couldn't believe that I was actually hearing them spill from his lips, especially now that he had a child on the way.

"Sy, what about Amira? The baby?" The guilt that we would both feel when Syed was taken from his child was already starting to eat me up inside. I didn't know how I'd get through this, but I knew that, with Syed at my side, I could do anything. I was his Superman, and he was mine.

"Shh..." He shushed me, kissing my cheek. "Forget about my family, Amira, the baby. Forget about anything outside these four walls. Remember what it's like when it's just you, me, and nothing else matters." I smiled as I heard my words, from so long ago, repeated back to me in a slightly different context. Syed's eyes suddenly filled with an all too familiar look, and I knew I wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. "Why don't you let me show you how much I love you?"

He was on me then, pushing me back down onto the bed, his hands slipping under my t-shirt. I groaned softly as his hands roamed over my chest and stomach, the electricity that usually flowed between us multiplied tenfold. I was powerless to resist him, even if I had wanted to. He crawled over me, meeting my lips as he pushed his groin into mine. I moaned as I felt his hardness press into me, my own hardness answering his.

"Fuck, Sy..." I felt him grin against my lips as his hands roamed down to my jeans. He started to unbutton them, making tantalisingly slow work of it. I unconsciously bucked up against him, and he smirked at my need. Even after all this time, I was still desperate to have him; my need for him had never evaporated like it had done with every other man I'd ever slept with. I felt his lips leave mine as he pulled my t-shirt over my head, his lips making their way across my chest, his tongue darting out to meet each of my hardening nipples. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming his name. I felt ready to come, and we hadn't even started anything yet. As he reached the waistband of my jeans, he looked up at me, his eyes hooded with lust.

"I want to taste you." I didn't try to hide my groan this time. I let it spill from my lips as he wasted no time in removing my jeans. "No underwear today?" His eyes shone with a combination of love and lust. I couldn't find the words to answer him, so I just groaned again. How could he do this to me, leave me so powerless that I couldn't even form a coherent sentence? All thoughts disappeared from my mind as I felt him suck me into his mouth.

"Fuck!" I felt him moan around me, and I knew that he was as turned on as I was. I bucked up into his mouth, desperate to feel more of him, but he placed his hands on my hips to keep me from moving. Well, if he wanted to be in control tonight, that was fine by me. I closed my eyes and lay back, giving in to the urge to simply feel. I felt the way his mouth bobbed up and down on me, the way his tongue swirled around my rock hard cock, the way he took me deeper with each downward movement, the way his teeth nipped at me at just the right time, with just the right amount of pressure. I could feel it building in the lower part of my body, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

I looked down and saw that he had removed his own trousers, and was playing with himself while he was pleasuring me, and it almost tipped me over the edge. He knew I loved to watch him doing that.

"God Sy...I'm gonna come..." He groaned around me at my words, suddenly moving his mouth faster on my cock. I moved my hands to the sides of his head, guiding his movements as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I looked down again and saw his hand moving impossibly faster over his own cock as he moaned around me. Knowing that he was close only made me closer. I called out his name as I reached my peak, feeling my orgasm shoot out of me and down his throat. He kept my orgasm going as long as he could, sucking everything from me that I had to give, groaning around me as he reached his own climax. As he released me from his mouth, I pulled his face up to meet mine as I gave him a sweet, tender kiss. A kiss of love. I moaned as I tasted myself on his lips, not in the slightest surprised that I was rock hard once again.

"You still taste amazing," Syed was breathing hard against me; I could taste the sweetness of his breath as I leaned in to kiss him again.

Syed settled into my chest and I stroked his hair as we lay in companionable silence for a while. I watched our chests rise and fall in sync to one another as we breathed one another in, getting reacquainted with the scents we had missed for so long. My hand started to trace lazy patterns on Syed's back, and I felt him moan as I reached one of his sensitive spots. I smiled to myself. I loved the effect that I had on this man; the effect we had on one another. No one had ever called out to me the way that Syed did. Just being in the same room as him, hearing his name, catching a glimpse of him in the Square, was enough to take my breath away. I just hoped that, over time, we never stopped affecting each other in the most extreme way I ever thought possible. No matter what happened, I knew that I never wanted to stop loving this man.

We only stayed like this for a few moments before I felt Syed starting to stir next to me. I had to hold in the sigh that threatened to come from my lips. I knew what I was signing on for when we started this whole thing up again. I knew that he could come here, make love to me, and then go back to his wife. I knew the price I had to pay to have this man in my life, and I was more than willing to pay for it, just to have those few precious hours with him. This time tomorrow, there would be no more hiding. Syed wouldn't have to up and leave as soon as we were finished. If I had my way, he'd never leave my side again. Reluctantly, I felt Syed start to withdraw from my embrace, sighing to himself as he got up into a sitting position. I allowed him to get dressed again, retrieving my own jeans from the other side of the room, where he had thrown them. Syed turned to me with wary eyes.

"You're not leaving anymore, are you?" His voice tried to sound brave, but I could see it in his eyes; he was frightened that I would leave him.

"No, course not," I smiled at him in the most reassuring way I could manage. When he still looked doubtful, I crossed to him, taking his hands in mine. "You're sure, about coming clean, Sy?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I can't keep living this lie. I want us to have the life in Hebden Bridge, with the dogs and the too short shorts. I want to be able to kiss you and touch you in public. I want to be able to call you my partner." I grinned, taking his lips with mine.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then." I gave him one final, lingering kiss; the last kiss that would have to be a secret. He stared at me for a second, and, laughing, I picked up my suitcase and started to throw all of the clothes that I had packed onto the floor. He grinned at me, leaning over the mess to peck my lips once more before he left. I sighed in contentment, knowing that this was the last night that I would have to spend without him. Tomorrow, everyone would finally know the truth. Tomorrow, I would be able to walk down the street, hand in hand with the man I could finally call my partner. My happy ending – our happy ending – was finally in sight.