Till Our Hearts Cross 👨❤️💋👨 💏

Vegas

The quiet that followed was different this time. It wasn't the same as before, when everything felt heavy and unresolved. This was a calm I hadn't expected, a moment suspended in time where it felt like there was no chaos outside of this room. No lingering fear for Macau, no shadows from the past creeping in—just us. The weight of everything that had happened melted away, leaving us in this space where only the two of us seemed to exist.

Porsche didn't move away. His presence, solid and warm, felt like an anchor, and I realized I was holding onto it more than I'd intended. I didn't want him to leave. Not tonight, not when everything was still so raw, so unsettled inside me. There were too many things I hadn't said, too many things I hadn't processed—but right now, none of that mattered.

I didn't have to be the ruthless, calculating man I'd always been. I didn't have to hide all the broken pieces of myself. With Porsche here, in this moment, I could just be. I could just breathe.

I leaned back against the pillows, pulling him down with me, not saying anything, but allowing the space between us to close. His body, warm and firm against mine, felt like a strange kind of comfort.

"I'm not sure what to do with all of this," I whispered, my voice barely more than a murmur. I didn't need to elaborate. Porsche understood what I meant—the weight of the world, the endless responsibility, the burden of always having to be in control. It was a weight I didn't even realize I carried until it was too much to hold alone.

"Just... be here," Porsche said softly, his hand resting on my chest, the warmth of his fingers grounding me. "That's all you have to do. Be here, with me. With Macau. Everything else can wait."

I closed my eyes, feeling the steady beat of my own heart under his hand, each thud a reminder that we were still standing, still moving forward despite everything. The world outside felt distant. Like it couldn't reach us in this moment.

I let out a quiet breath, something that had been coiled up inside me for too long, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to rest.

It was enough to just lie there with him. To feel his presence beside me, the gentle rhythm of his breathing matching mine. It didn't matter what happened tomorrow, or the day after. I had the space to breathe now.

And as I held him, I realized something that had been hidden beneath all the anger, beneath all the fear, and beneath all the hurt. Maybe I didn't need to carry it all on my own. Maybe, just maybe, I could let someone else in. Let someone else help me shoulder the weight of everything. Porsche had shown me a part of myself I didn't even know existed—someone who could feel, who could care, who didn't need to be hard all the time.

When I finally pulled him closer, his lips brushing against mine again, it wasn't desperate this time. It was slow. Intentional. The kiss was deeper this time, filled with unspoken understanding, and the kind of connection that neither of us had realized we'd been craving.

I didn't know what the future held, or what would happen after tonight. But in this moment, with Porsche here, I could allow myself to be vulnerable. To be human. And that was enough.

When I finally broke away, I felt the weight of the world still there, but it didn't seem as heavy anymore. It didn't feel as crushing. Maybe it was because for the first time, I didn't feel so alone.

Porsche stayed, his body pressed against mine, and we simply existed in the quiet. No words. No plans. Just us.

And somehow, that felt like exactly what I needed.

The minutes stretched into hours, and I wasn't sure how long we lay there, the stillness between us comforting in its own way. Every few moments, I could feel Porsche's breath against my skin, his hand resting lightly on my chest. There was an intimacy in it, but it wasn't forced. It wasn't about anything more than just being there for one another in the way that felt natural. We didn't have to talk, didn't have to explain ourselves or anything else. We were two people who'd been through hell and were, for the first time in a long while, finding solace in each other's presence.

When I shifted slightly, Porsche's gaze met mine, soft and searching, as though he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if he should. The tension between us wasn't as sharp as it had been before. It was quiet now, almost tender, and there was something about it that made my chest tighten, like I was on the edge of a precipice, unsure of where it would lead.

"Vegas," Porsche said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. I looked at him, wondering what he was about to say. "You don't always have to be strong. You don't always have to carry everything on your own."

I swallowed, the words hitting me harder than I expected. I wasn't used to hearing that. I wasn't used to someone looking at me like that—like I wasn't some untouchable, untouchable force. But here, with Porsche, it felt like a truth I didn't want to avoid anymore.

"I don't know how to stop," I admitted, my voice rough, a vulnerability I had never allowed myself to show. "I don't know how to let go of all the shit that's been weighing me down. It's all I've known for so long."

Porsche didn't say anything, but he shifted closer, his arm draping over my side, pulling me into his chest like he wanted to be the one to carry some of the weight for me. The comfort of his embrace was overwhelming, like he was offering me the thing I hadn't even known I needed—permission to just breathe.

"I know it's hard," Porsche murmured, his fingers tracing light circles against my skin. "But you don't have to be the only one holding it together. Not anymore. I'm here."

I didn't say anything back. I couldn't. For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to relax into his warmth, letting his presence anchor me in a way nothing else could. I had spent so much of my life fighting everything—my own emotions, the world around me, the people I'd trusted and lost—but with Porsche, I didn't have to fight. I didn't have to be anything other than who I was in that moment.

There was a quiet understanding between us. We didn't need to explain. We didn't need to clarify anything. We were here, together, in this space, where nothing else mattered. The weight of the world still hung over my head, but somehow, in this moment, it didn't feel quite as crushing.

Eventually, I felt myself drifting, my body finally allowing the exhaustion I had been fighting for days to overtake me. I had kept it together for so long, kept everything inside. But here, with Porsche by my side, I could finally let go. Let the tension ease. Let myself rest.

"I don't know what this is," I said, my words heavy with the weight of what was unsaid. I wasn't sure if I was talking about what had happened between us, or just the feeling of peace I hadn't allowed myself to experience in years. But Porsche didn't seem to mind. He didn't push for answers, didn't ask for more than I was willing to give.

"Neither do I," he whispered, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "But I'm here. Whatever it is, I'm here."