I slip off my coat and give him a twirl with atada!
And there he has it. Holly is back to life. The energy in this place is different, right from the off. I’m flying high after plummeting to the depths and curling up on the sofa like this saga would never end.
It will end.
User 2644 marks the beginning of my ascent back to normality.
Thank you to the gold-digging bitch who sent him my way, and thank you to Katie Del Bitch Face for taking the limelight enough for me to risk it.
Josh’s smile is so bright it almost takes the breath from me. The dark worry in his brows parts as the light shows through the storm. Because that’s what it is, I feel it.Ifeel like a light is shining through the storm. Holly is radiating out of me, my sultry slutty ways full of mischief.
“Come here, you,” he says, and pulls me in for a hug, rocking me in his arms as though we’ve been reunited after a century. “You look incredible, baby. Absolutely fucking incredible.”
I hug him back, my face buried into his neck, so secure. Funny how he always thinks I look so incredible when my makeup has been smeared to shit and my panties are dripping with another guy’s cum.
“Purple satin suits me, doesn’t it?” I laugh. “So does smudged lipstick.”
“It has nothing to do with purple satin or smudged lipstick, Ells. It’s you. Just you.” He kisses the top of my head. “It’s great to see you again. Believe me, I’ve missed you.”
I sigh against him. “Yeah. I’ve missed me, too.”
He takes my hand and leads me through to our tiny makeshift kitchen. He makes me a cup of tea as I lean against the counter, and the smile on my face won’t go away.
“Were you scared?” he asks.
“Yeah. I was shitting it. But once I got there, it just slotted right back into place. Just like old times.”
Josh raises an eyebrow at me as he reaches for the sugar pot.
“And how about your client, did he slot right back into place? Was he a good one?”
“He was great.”
“How great?”
I take my drink from him with athanks, and we stand opposite each other, both of us holding our mugs. So domesticated. And so different from drinking scotch with a random man in Canary Wharf earlier.
Or is it?
The tension radiates.
How great?
I know what Josh is referring to. The dirty sparkle in his eyes say it all.
I stare at my boyfriend through fresh eyes.Holly’seyes. His black t-shirt is like a second skin on his ripped abs. His cargo pants are hanging low. Casual.
“Hmm, not great enough to go to sleep on…”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, really.”
“Not keen to curl up for cuddles and Cake Baker? I’d tolerate at least one episode, if you wanted me to.”
I laugh out loud.
“Nah. I’ve watched enough Cake Baker for seventeen lifetimes. Time to concentrate on the things I’ve been missing.”
