While we can’t change the past, and while I have more work to do on my own, we’re slowly rebuilding our relationship, and I’m hopeful about where we’re headed.
The most surprising part about sharing therapy with my mom is how it opened my creative floodgates and allowed me to finish my book. Spoiler alert: All the good words aren’t actually taken.I finally found them.
In honor of this huge accomplishment, Cam took me to Catalina Island for the weekend, where we pretended to be back on Crete (complete with another round of sensory-deprivation play).
Writing this book would not have been possible without therapy and a supportive partner, and while I feel deep sorrow that my dad is not here to witness this dream come true, I know that wherever he is, he’s proud.
Cam once asked me if the young woman in my book finds her way in life.
My response was “I don’t know.”
But now, on the day I’ve submitted my debut novel,Plot Twist, for publishing, I can finally say:Yes, she does.
Epilogue
Cameron
“Are you serious?”
“Positive,” I reply, picking up my old-fashioned from the coffee table.
Joey and I were greeted by the yellows, oranges, and reds of fall in New York City when we returned yesterday. Thanksgiving is right around the corner, though the streets and landmarks are adorned with festive holiday decorations already. I love how the city comes alive with holiday spirit and the way the crisp fall air adds to the cozy ambiance.
After living out of suitcases for four months, Joey was ready to reunite with her wardrobe. Millie is back from another tour, so I said my goodbyes at their apartment to give the two of them time to catch up.
While I slept terribly without my girl last night, I have my own catching up to do. Starting with informing Ezra that I’m moving out.
“She’s it for me, man,” I admit. “We’ve been living together since July anyway.”
To celebrate the completion of Joey’s book, I swept her awayto Catalina Island for a weekend. The terrain and landscape are so similar to Crete that we felt like we were back on the island that serendipitously brought us together not once, but twice.
“How do you feel, gorgeous?” I asked, running my fingers through her hair.
It was still damp from the bath we’d taken the night before.
“I feel more settled than I’ve ever felt before.”
Her expression showed it. For months, she had been stressing about her mom and her book.
“Yeah?” I cocked a brow. “Why is that?”
She set her espresso cup on the small table between us, then climbed onto my lap. Her robe gaped open, gifting me the perfect view of her tits. She played with the hair at my nape. I’d let it grow far too long over the last few months, but Joey liked it. She said it gave her more to grab on to.
“Because of you.” She kissed my jaw and nuzzled into my neck.
“I love you.” I played with the belt around her robe. The feel of the terry cloth brought images of the previous night to mind. This time, her senses were the ones deprived.
I had swirled ice around her nipples and sucked them into my mouth before licking the water left behind off every part of her body. Every. Part. I’d reveled in the way she shivered and squirmed on the mattress, clawing at the sheets and letting out desperate mewls.
The way her cunt had convulsed around my tongue, then my fingers, then my cock, had nearly made me lose my mind. Her last climax dragged on forever. When I’d finally spilled inside her, I basked in the way my cum leaked out of her pussy with every electric spasm.
“I love you too.” She traced the tattoos on my arm.
We made small talk for a few minutes, but when she mentioned dreading the pull-out sofa and being ready to find aplace that feels like home, I took my shot. “What do you think about moving in together?”
She sat back and blinked at me. “Are you serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious, but if you’re not ready or if?—”
