Sam doesn’t move, and I don’t think she can.
“Very bad man,” is all that comes out.
She is not wrong, and I smile. I then kiss her nose.
“Just sleep,” I say. “Because now. Now, I get to worship you.”
30
SAMANTHA
We head for home the next day, and we depart in the evening. I’m beyond exhausted; no one should come that much.
It’s likely unhealthy, even if it was spectacular. It is also likely addictive and dangerous.
Like him!
As we have to fly halfway around the planet, we decide to spend a night in Europe. We select Rome to land, shower, eat, and sleep. It’s nice to catch our breath.
We continue on the next day, happier and gentler.
It is almost as if another storm has passed, and we talk and we have fun. It is great to also get to know each other more.
I am unsure what will happen when we get home, but I decide to go with the flow.
We are also getting quite touchy, leaning against each other and holding hands. Whatever it is, it feels good and natural.
We land back on Harry’s estate as the sun sets, and William drives us past Tusk for a quick pat. Tusk is well, sleepy and calm.
We drive to the chateau lobby, and I feel anxious, unsure what to expect.
Outside the chateau, I do some improv yoga on the grass because my body is stiff. Meanwhile, Harry has a quiet word with William.
Harry then disappears inside without a word.
I decide to give him some space, and I kind of have a plan. I will avoid asking Harry his thoughts. I also want to just see how things will go. No expectations. No pressure. Just flow.
Justgo with it.
Finally entering the lobby, I look around in silence. There are no bags. There is also no sign of Harrison and no sign of William. I head up the wide, white marble steps to my room, and it feels strange.
Inside, I notice my travel bags from the jet. I pace, and I think. I then start to fume, but I force myself to calm.
I walk around, shaking my hands to get rid of my scattered and messy energy.
Next, I mutter and take deep breaths to find my center.
It is hard.
I decideto stop overthinking things, and I unpack my clothes and gear. Everything sits on the large bed, and I have not placed anything away. It feels weird.
So, so weird.
I decide it has to be done, so I force myself to get back into chateau living and being his staff.
As I try to process what the heckwe,or a possiblewe,are going to do or be like, the small bell rings, and a message arrives.
Nervously, I walk to the tube and open the message.
