“What is it?” he asks.
I have to try to palm him off. I don’t want to kill the happiness.
“Nothing. Just wondering what to check out first, you know? So many choices.” I laugh a bit too loud. “I don’t really fancy moreCake Baker!”
He sighs, and reaches over to put a hand on my knee.
“Stop it, Ells. Idoknow. And it’s not about wondering what to check out first, or about Cake Baker.”
I put the remote down, giving up the fight.
“It’s just hard, isn’t it? There’s so much I’d like to say to him, if I could.”
“Hey, hey.” He squeezes my knee. “There is so much youwillsay, when we see him again.When.Not if.When.”
I love Josh’s optimism so much. I adore his faith, and his resolve and his kindness. His beauty, his strength, his loyalty.
Just a shame there’s someone else whose qualities I’m missing, too.
Badly.
And I know Josh misses Heath as much as I do, despite his resolute smile. I know the pain is eating into his heart, even though we’re on cloud nine.
“Wewillsee him again,” Josh reiterates, his voice strong and firm. “It’s not just us who’ll be feeling it. Love flows both ways. Heath will be missing us, too.”
Oh, to hear it like that…
Love flows both ways.
Love.
Yes, it does.
I felt it in Cannes, and I feel it across the ether. Heath Mason, loving us the way we love him. That won’t change. It was too deep, too strong, too powerful.
Fuck it, why try to hide from the inevitable? The world will be screamingHeath Masonat the top of its lungs with the new season of NW looming so close. Time to suck it up and be a tough little cookie, like Josh believes I can be.
I click back to the TV home screen. Time to watch the trailer for Nighttime Whispers, season 7.
Even a glimpse of Heath is better than nothing.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Being holed up in Belgravia couldn’t be more of a contrast to being holed up in a random Airbnb, wondering if I’d ever have my life back. I appreciate every second that Josh and I get to laugh and chill together.
The marks from the needle ladders heal up quickly, but my pussy takes a little while longer. As for my tits, that’s a whole other story. They are black and blue for weeks, but that’s cool. I love the mottled shades on my skin and so does Josh.
I always adore Josh’s insanely hot laddered dick, but as he takes me slowly and deep in the aftermath of the torture, it’s like I’ve truly come home. Come home tousagain.
I can’t get enough of him.
I value every inch of his amazing cock, and every one of his filthy quirks. We take lemonade showers together, where we kiss and caress and revel in delight like the filthy souls we are, piss soaked and desperate. He pounds my ass like it was made for his dick, driving me crazy and begging formore, more, more.
But it’s not just that.
I value every one of his kisses, whether they are deep, passionate tangles of tongues, or a simple little kiss on the head as he’s passing the sofa.
I value the way he makes toast, just the way I like it. I value his gorgeous laugh, and the way he clutches his side when we’re in the throes of the giggles.
