“Stone Madden, take me upstairs and fuck me as though it really matters.”
My lips reach hers due to our magnetic pull. I ensure we skim one another’s mouths, reminding us we are capable of sensuality. “It’s always mattered, Harlow. So you’ll just have to settle with slow and staying in my arms all night.”
She instantly crashes her lips on mine before I lift her off the sofa, and she hangs off me. We find solace in a night that in no way feels like a goodbye yet.
16
HARLOW
Istare at my blank white screen, desperate for the words to flow. It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen Stone. Days too many. We’ve exchanged our usual emails and have done video calls, all the things people in a long-distance relationship do.
But the routine seems to be burning out. Or at least, the last few days a sour feeling hits my stomach then travels up to tighten in my chest. I care for him far too much, and it’s making it hard. It’s more than caring, it’s… everything I could want. But nothing comes easy in life.
Apparently, the expressiondistance makes the heart grow fonderis the truth.
I wish I could wake up and he’d be here. Or meet him at a restaurant because we decided to have a last-minute dinner together.
Then there is a part of me that’s staying strong, desperate to hang on. The knot we created to tie to one another is very tight. It would be hard to untie.
Stone doesn’t have the opportunity to visit anytime soon, and our publisher is keeping him busy. They’re throwing a wrench in our works.
Which is probably the reason why I get positive apprehensions in my stomach when I see a new email.
Harlow,
They are taking St. Patrick’s Day to a whole new level in Lake Spark. I was at the Dizzy Duck the other day, using the gym, and I was nearly blinded by the green decorations. I guess your alter ego would love it. Maybe I’ll grab one of your books and stage it next to a leprechaun hanging off a mug handle as if it was a casual day.
By the way, I told you about this woman, right? I want to ravish her body that molds to mine with perfection. She hums when I scrape her ear with my teeth while I slide into her warm pussy too. Most of all, she always has a euphoric smile on her face when our eyes meet.
If you didn’t get the underlying meaning, I’m saying I miss you. See? I’ve turned into a sappy man, just like your billionaires. Now all I have to do is own some media company or a major real estate company and I’ve turned into your fictional man.
-Stone
* * *
Stone,
The thing is, I don’t need fictional when I already have you.
I’ve run into a problem. I loved every second with you last time. But then I got home, and over the week, reality hit me like a brick. Distance somehow creates a feeling that I’m not used to. No, I take that back. I’ve never had it. Every word tightens our tether. I guess tethers only end if someone breaks it.
But you uplift my day and provide those fantasies in reality. I wish I could grab your hand right now and we’d go for a walk to talk about our days. Then when we get home, I would set your hand on my breast, giving you the indication that I’m wet and need you to touch me.Home. I’m not sure if it’s yours or mine.
We don’t get a middle ground.
-Harlow
* * *
Harlow,
In my head I’m on my knees, waiting for you to tell me exactly what you want in a breathy whisper. You would say my tongue, and I would obey, but I wouldn’t indicate how many fingers I plan on plunging into your soaking and snug pussy while my tongue flicks your clit. That’s only after my hands would be quick to tug your panties down because you wear skirts a lot. I wouldn’t pull lightly, instead a forceful drag down your legs. Then I place a kiss on your inner thighs and part you open.
I wish I could do that every day after we pour a glass of wine and talk about the latest hockey game we’ve watched. You’d look good in my old jersey.
Between the blue lines in hockey, it breaks the offense and defense zone from one another on the ice. A sort of crossroads, except with some broody guys in helmets.
Is that where we are? With the area between the blue line keeping us at bay? Or rather you?
