Each morning, I woke up in Helena's arms. Our legs were tangled together and we were as close as possible. I loved waking up hearing her slow breathing behind me. "Morning darling." H.G. placed featherlike kisses on my bare shoulder.

"Good morning." I rolled to face Helena whose eyes were still closed. She looks so beautiful with just a sheet covering her. So at peace. How on earth am I going to say goodbye to this woman again? "Sleep well?"

"Mmhmm. Very well." Helena snuggled into me a little more. "Must we get up?"

"Sadly, we must. Or at least I do. I have to open the store soon. You can stay in bed if you'd like." I kissed her forehead. "I'd like you to meet Pete before you leave."

Helena's eyes opened. They were full of pain and vulnerability. "I'd like that."

Xxx

"So, this is the woman who Myka's smitten over?" Pete grinned at Helena before shaking her hand. "It's good to finally meet you."

"You as well Peter." There was tension between them. Pete, my best friend, wanted to protect me from the lover who hurt me and who will hurt me again. And then Helena, the lover who hurt me in the past and who will once again, yet we can't say no to one another.

"Anyway, Pete, thanks for joining us for lunch. I wanted you to meet Helena before she leaves tomorrow." My heart ached at the thought of losing H.G. again.

"I'm glad I got to meet her." His voice was stern. Pete got his message across that he wasn't thrilled with her leaving. Maybe this was a bad idea. It's taking all Pete has to not tear Helena into shreds.

xxx

Helena and I paused at her gate. "Well, is this goodbye?" I tried to keep the pain at bay.

"Well, I would assume not since I'll be going to different book conventions here in the U.S. Maybe we'll see each other a few times a year." Pain was clear in her voice. Helena cupped my face and kissed me tenderly. Automatically, I pulled H.G. in and deepened the kiss. "Goodbye, Myka."

"Bye." My arms slid away from the woman's waist. Helena cupped my cheek and let her thumb run across my bottom lip. Kissing it, I used the last bit of power I had to speak. "Helena, I,"

"Shhh. I know." The author kissed me once more on the cheek before turning to get on the plane.

I watched until she was gone. "Love you." Bowing my head, I turned to walk back out front. As I wiped my tears, I was met by Pete leaning against his car. "Pete, what are you doing here?" He had my luggage beside him. "Why do you have my carry-on bag?"

"You're going after her." He pushed away from the car and placed a hand on either of my shoulders. "Go Myka. You love her and she loves you. I don't want to see your ITunes recently played list full of sad songs again."

I chuckled. "You're serious?"

Pete handed me my passport, my ID, and a plane ticket. "You should make it to London an hour after she does. Here's her cell number. Knowing you, you'll think of some cheesy romantic way to use it."

"How did you get her cell number? And thank you." I wrapped Pete in a hug.

"Don't ask. Now go." He smiled. "I'll take care of the store for you until you figure out what to do."

Like Pete said, I arrived shortly after Helena's plane landed. I flagged down a cab and gave the driver the address. It seems we got stuck at every light possible. I fixed my hair and reapplied my makeup. Giddiness consumed me as the car came to a stop. Tipping the cabbie, I pulled out my phone and dialed Helena's number. My heart sped when I heard her velvety voice again. "Helena?"

"Myka, what are you doing? And how did you get my cell number?"

"About to do something extremely insane." Ending the call, I knocked on her door. Helena's eyes grew when she saw me. "I can't wait months to see you again. Pete packed me a bag and bought me a plane ticket. I was on the next flight after yours."

"Myka…,"

"I love you. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep in your arms at night. I don't care about New York. You mean more to me than any bookstore ever could. I want to be with you. Helena-,"

"Sssh." H.G. placed a slender finger over my lips to silence me. "I love you too." Placing a soft kiss on my cheek, she took me by the hand. "Let's go inside. I put some tea on a few minutes ago."

I followed the brunette inside and closed the door. "Thanks for not calling the cops. I hoped you would find this romantic and not stalker-ish."

"If it was anyone else, I'd have called the police." Helena poured us each a cup and walked over to the couch. "What are you going to do with your store and apartment?"

"I can talk to James and see if he wants any of the inventory for his store. What he doesn't want, I can sell elsewhere. Maybe he would give me a job? When it comes to my place, Pete has been coveting it for years. He can have it."

"You always were a quick thinker." Helena smiled and laced our fingers together. "So you're mind is made up then?" Her smile grew when I nodded. "We can go back to New York and settle your affairs with the bookstore and apartment after we clear out space here."

I love hearing her say 'we' when talking about us. "That sounds great. I can have Pete start packing my things and putting some books on eBay." I paused with a laugh. "What are we going to do about my books?"

"If you have depurates of mine, you can either sell them or give them to James to sell. I think he'd give you a cut of the profits."

"That sounds good. Let me call Pete and tell him I arrived and fill him in." Pulling out my phone, I dialed his number. "Hey Pete, you're on speaker."

"Did you make it there okay? Please tell me she didn't throw you out."

Helena's brow creased. "Why on earth would I throw her out?"

"Well, women are kinda bipolar. So…"

"Pete!" The man laughed. "I need your help packing my stuff. Once I'm moved in here, you can have the apartment."

"SCORE! What are you doing with the bookstore?"

"I'll talk to the local store here and see if the owner wants anything. What he doesn't want I'll sell on eBay or something. I'll let you know more soon. We're going to clear out some space and then come back to pack my stuff up."

"Sounds great Mykes. Keep me posted. But, hey, it's late. I'm gonna go to bed."

"Oh right. Okay, night Pete." We said our goodbyes and I ended the call. I'm so happy. I don't know what to do with myself.

"He seems quite happy with us." Helena took a sip of tea.

"He is. He's always been there for me. We met in high school and stayed friends ever since." Yawning, I leaned against Helena's shoulder.

"He's cares about you. If you're tired, you can always sleep in my room."

"I'd rather sleep on the couch near you." Helena smiled. "I know, it's cheesy."

"I'll get you a blanket and pillow. I like cheesy romantic stuff. You get some sleep and I'll just continue writing."

"Did you ever get your typewriter fixed?" I watched as Helena went into her room.

"Yes, I finally found the part I needed." After I got situated, H.G. kissed me softly. "Now get some rest. You'll need it if we're going to clear out space for you."

"Yes ma'am." Shaking her head, Helena walked towards her desk. I'm home. I'm finally home. The sound of her humming was the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep.