We come together in a perfect trio, and breathe together in the aftermath, holding each other tight. If we weren’t so pushed for time, I’d sleep in their arms all night long, but every moment is precious. I kiss the guys as they fuck each other into the night, and they kiss each other as each of them takes a turn with me.
We fuck, we suck, we kiss, and we come. But most of all, wefeel.
Love.What a beautiful thing.
By the time the morning comes, we’re still a tangle of limbs and hungry kisses. I feel my soul sinking, because I don’t want to let this go.
I don’t want to catch the plane, and I don’t want to say goodbye to Heath.
I don’t want to leave the bubble of us we’ve built here, in a glorious villa in Cannes.
The clock is not kind. The minutes tick by in a flash as Josh and I pack up our belongings together, with Heath looking on. The connection is still thrumming, strong. And it only makes it harder.
When Heath disappears into the kitchen to prep some fruit salad for breakfast, I take Josh by the arm and pull him close.
“Can we ask to stay longer? Shall we ask him to come back with us? What do we do now? Are we really going to just drive away?”
Josh looks as broken by the thought as I do, but he pastes on a smile.
“I’ve been doing this for years, Ells. Leaving him behind. Cannes, with three of us involved, is a whole other league, but loving Heath and leaving Heath I’m familiar with. It’s different now, and it always will be, but we need to give it time. All of us. We have clients, and he has a production to prepare for.”
“I don’t give a fuck about any of that right now. I just want us here with him.”
I feel myself choking up, even though it was Josh freaking out last night, not me.
“Morning after syndrome,” my boyfriend says, and runs a thumb across my cheek.
“Lifeafter syndrome more like it.”
“Yeah, I get you. I’m there, too. But we need to do it, Ella. Life goes on, and Heath will be in it with us. We just need to figure out how.”
“And when, and where, and how often…”
“Yeah, many questions. But we’ll do it. He wants it as much as we do.”
I’ve no doubt whatsoever about that.
Heath has the same energy of despondency himself when we wheel our cases into the breakfast room. He has coffee and juices and a whole platter of fruit prepped, and a glowing smile on his face, but there is more to it than that.
I guess that once the connection of soul energy has been tapped into, the instincts won’t be ignored. And mine are fucking screaming.
“I’ll miss you,” he says, like it needs pointing out.
“No shit,” I reply. “We’ll be missing you like hell until we see you next.”
“Morning after syndrome doesn’t even come close,” Josh adds, and the three of us toast with an orange juice, trying our best to keep our humour as we eat our breakfast.
“You’d better have these back,” Heath says, and returns our passports and phones from the security safe. My God, it feels so long ago that we handed them over.
I stare at my blank handset. I’ve become so used to being disconnected from the world.
Heath checks the time.
“Your cab will be here soon, so you should probably get out there. We should say our goodbyes in here. You know, because of…”
“Privacy, yeah, I know,” I say for him.
“Privacy at all costs, yeah, cool,” Josh says. “Come here.”
