Finding Harmony by Leona Norwell Page A

known being blunt with Trey was the way to get moving, I would’ve tried it a lot sooner.
     
    I’d forgotten what an amazing kisser Trey was. He was gentle (although not always…) and caring, always aiming to please and, oh boy, how he managed to please me.
     
    It wasn’t until he had fallen asleep by my side; secure in the knowledge that I wasn’t going to leave him, that I realized how much I had truly missed him. How the hell had I managed to go four years without Trey? My heart needed him as much as my lungs needed oxygen.
     
    My mind drifted back to the first time I realized I loved him. We had only been dating a matter of weeks before Trey blurted out that he loved me in some hotel room in Cannes. It was perfectly romantic but I needed a little more time before I could say it back to him. I wanted to mean those three little words with every inch of my soul.
     
    We were back in Germany. The boys had an interview on some chat show, Trey had wanted me to come with them but I was horrendously ill so I stayed at home, wrapped up in blanket on the sofa, my body pouring with sweat and sick bucket at the ready.
     
    I turned the TV on and watched them being interviewed. It was the same old questions everyone had heard over and over again, and then the interviewer asked the boys if they were all still single. One by one they all answered yes until it was Trey’s turn. My stomach twisted up into knots, we hadn’t discussed going public just yet, and he wasn’t going to reveal all on national TV was he?
     
    He sat up straight in his chair and began to answer:
     
    “Well, there is someone actually, she’s at home right now, she’s not feeling too well”.
     
    There were mixed reactions from the audience. The interviewer made some comment about how Trey might get sidetracked from a serious relationship by all his adoring fans. Trey looked straight down the lens of the camera, as though he was looking straight at me.
     
    “No matter how sick she is or how bad she’s looking at the moment…”
     
    I let out a little laugh. He was right; I did look a mess right now.
     
    “…you still see her as the most beautiful person in the world. And if you’re really in love, you don’t care about all the other girls that are standing in line for you. You don’t want another night with any person. You just want her.”
     
    The tiniest of tears trickled down the side of my face and it was at that moment I realized I truly loved Trey. He was proud to have me as his girlfriend; he would’ve shouted it from the rooftops if he could’ve.
     
    More than just realizing that I loved Trey that night, I realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Trey had more than just a piece of my heart, he had a piece of my soul and I would be forever bound to him by the love and connection we shared. No man could ever measure up to Trey, no man could ever fill his shoes or take his place.
     
    He was my soul mate.
     
    He shifts on the couch next to me, stretching out his legs before opening those hypnotizing brown eyes. For a while we just lay there together, staring at one another and smiling.
     
    We were allowed to indulge in this moment together; after all, we had four years of making up to do.
     
    “Morning, sunshine.”
     
    He flashes me his signature grin. I loved that grin, no matter how much he changed his style, his clothes or his hair, the one thing that never changed with Trey was this earth shattering smile. It was so wonderful to he see him smiling again.
     
    “Good morning, beautiful.”
     
    He slips his fingers under my chin tenderly and lifts my face up so that my lips meet his. I melt into him, surrendering myself to his talent as I feel him smiling into the kiss.
     
    “God, you’ve got no idea how much I’ve missed waking up next to you in the morning”, he says softly as he repositions himself against the couch. “Even if it’s after a night of nothing but kissing.”
     
    “Well, maybe