He curls his lip. “You’ve got to be fucking joking me.”
I smile with a wince. “Please.”
“But I’m away for two weeks.”
I have to stop now if I want to be able to, so I stand and pull him up by the hand. “I know.”
He takes me into his arms and kisses me softly. “Remember our deal.”
I smile up at him. “Remind me.”
“No other people.”
“That goes for you too, you know?”
“I know.”
“What are you going to do in New York?”
“Jerk off to your netball dress movie, no doubt.”
I giggle and brush the hair back from his forehead as I stare up at him. “Thanks for coming over.”
He hugs me and we stay in each other’s arms for a moment and he’s so different to what I thought.
“I’m really fucking horny,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Two weeks.” I laugh.
I take his hand and lead him down the stairs and open the front door. He turns to kiss me.
“Two weeks,” I remind him. He loses control and slams me up against the wall and he kisses me.
Our kiss turns desperate. His hands are on my behind and his erection is digging into my hip; my insides begin to melt.
“Slow,” I pant against his lips.
He pulls back from me and we lean against each other with our foreheads touching.
Energy is swirling between us and I’m so close to caving and dragging him back up to my room.
“You’ve got two weeks.” He kisses me softly. “And then you’re mine.”
I nod, as I control my erratic breathing.
One last look. “Goodbye,” he says.
The door shuts and I lean on the back of it as I try to pull myself together.
Did that really just happen?
Excitement bubbles deep in my stomach.
Two weeks to lose weight, wax everything, and somehow get hot.
I smile goofily. Piece of cake.
Hi Pinkie,
What’s happening?
How was your day?
I smile and type my reply. It’s been three days since I saw Elliot, but Edgar has messaged me nonstop.
With every message I get from Edgar, my guilt toward Elliot grows; he’s confiding in me and I’m just blatantly lying to him. I want to tell him that it’s me, but it never feels like the right moment. I just love talking to Edgar and I love this insight I have into Elliot. It’s like I have a secret identity, one that reveals his deepest, darkest secrets.
I’m going to tell him, I have to. I’m just waiting for the right moment, and soon—this can’t go on.
It’s the weirdest thing. I know they are the same person, but it doesn’t feel like the same person. Elliot is strong, stubborn, and sexy, and on the other end of the spectrum, Edgar is deep, emotional, and sweet. Elliot hasn’t contacted me at all.
And it’s not flirty messaging, we really are just chatting.
Hi Ed.
My day was good. I went to the gym and then did some Christmas shopping and managed to get it nearly finished. I just have my brother to buy for now. What did you do?
I thought about Kate all day.