ElizabethI can’t believe Mack put me next to Huxley for dinner. I’ll have words with him about that later. I’m annoyed that he’s trying to force the issue. What good will pushing us together do now? It’s only going to make us more miserable.Huxley is his usual polite, charming self, but things aren’t going to go back to the way they were. We’ve slept together. He’s been inside me, for fuck’s sake. Without a condom. You can’t forget something like that. I can’t, anyway, and judging by the way he’s quieter than usual, neither can he.Eventually, I feel I have to say something, so I murmur, “You’re quiet today.”“I’m thinking about my speech,” he says.“Oh, I’d forgotten about that. Have you written it down?”“Nah. I’ll make it up as I go.” He smiles. His light-gray eyes rest on me, and it feels as if they’re curtains hiding all the things he wants to say. I so want things to go back to normal. I open my mouth to ask him if he’s forgiven me, but at that moment Cameron calls for quiet a
ElizabethWhen the meal is finally over, the music starts, and the guests filter out of the saloon. It’s dark now, but the deck is lit with fairy lights, and it’s just the start of the party.True to his word, Huxley changes into his swim shorts and lets the kids dunk him in the pool. I sit with Victoria and the others on the poolside, sipping champagne and laughing as they pile on top of him and try to drown him.“I think I drank half the pool,” he says when he’s finally able to extricate himself and climb out.The others laugh, but I can only stare at him, as he dries his back with a towel, his chest shining with water droplets. He walks off to get changed, and I give a private sigh before looking around and realizing Mack is watching me.“I’ll be able to tell,” he mouths.I give him the finger, and he chuckles and returns to his conversation.Huxley returns five minutes later in his blue shirt and linen suit, and he then spends a while circulating amongst the guests, checking that ev
Sometime later, I jerk awake. It’s still dark outside, but a small, dim light emanates from the other bed. Huxley is lying there, the duvet pulled up to his waist, bare-chested, one arm tucked under his head, reading on his Kindle. I hadn’t heard him come in. How long has he been there? I can’t hear any music, so the party has obviously come to an end.For a while, I don’t move, afraid of breaking the spell. I let my gaze linger on him, on his muscular arms, and his handsome face, lit by the Kindle. An ache begins, deep in my heart. Why does everything have to be so complicated?He glances over at me then, and sees I’m awake. “Hello,” he murmurs.“Hey.” I don’t move. “What time is it?”“Just after three a.m. but the clocks have just gone back, so it’s two a.m. again.”My stomach flutters. I know it’s ridiculous, but my first thought is that someone’s given us an extra hour of time to put things right. It feels like the witching hour, magical and precious.“How long have you been here?
“I can’t help it,” I say with a sniff.He touches his tongue to the tears. “Don’t be sad.”“I’m not sad. I’m so incredibly happy.”Our gazes lock, and for a moment I can’t breathe as he looks into my eyes, moving inside me. I know this is a mistake, I know I’m going to regret it, but right now I’m just so fucking happy, I don’t care. I’m so glad he kissed me. Oh my God, I’m so fucking relieved.“Hux,” I whisper, bottom lip trembling, and he says, “I know,” and kisses me again. I can feel his body taking over his attempts to go slowly, as he lifts up onto his hands and thrusts harder, and it’s so surreal, with the rocking of the boat and the glitter of the starlight on his skin, and oh fuck, I’m going to come, and Huxley crushes his mouth to mine as everything tightens inside so I know I’m crying out, but I can’t stop as the beautiful pulses claim me.“Ah Jesus,” he says, his body stiffening, and I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly as he comes inside me.When we’re done, he o
HuxleyWhen we go up to the saloon at seven the next morning, the first people we see are Mack and Sidnie, sitting at a table, eating breakfast.We put an order in with the chef, then join them at the table. I slide onto the bench next to Mack, and Elizabeth takes the chair next to Sidnie. The steward comes up and pours us a steaming hot coffee. Mack watches us as we sip it, his lips curving up as our eyes meet.“You put the banana in the fruit salad, then,” he says.Elizabeth blinks. “What?”“The horizontal tango? Parallel parking? Riding St. George? Opening the Gates of Mordor?”That makes me laugh, but Elizabeth still looks baffled. “Are you speaking English?”“Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo?” Mack suggests.“Mack!” Sidnie looks mortified. “I’m so sorry,” she says to Elizabeth. “He’s not worked for two days and his ADHD has gone into overdrive.”“I don’t need to ask whether you had sex last night,” Elizabeth says to him tartly.“What can I say?” He crunches on some toast. “I’m irresi
The days slip by, faster than I would have thought. The club receives another favorable online review that leads to a flourish of new visitors, and after twelve or fourteen-hour days I’m not good for much except crashing out in front of the TV.I don’t see Elizabeth, who’s also busy, but we start messaging each other again, which is nice. Her Snapchats and messages are lighthearted and funny, making me smile when they pop up during the day.I don’t know when, or even if, I’ll see her alone again. I know she’s still organizing things for England. As far as I know, she’s still going in June. That’s only a couple of months away. But I try not to think about it, and do what I told Mack and leave it up to Fate.Que sera, sera,Huxley. If it’s meant to be, it will be.I’m turning into an old romantic. I never thought I’d see the day.Normally I work until midnight on Saturdays, but even though the club is busy and I’m there for the lunchtime rush, I’m not in the mood to stay late. I feel tired
She laughs and kisses me again, and it feels like coming home; like my birthday and Christmas and Valentine’s Day all rolled into one. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy.I take her through to the bedroom, go over to the bed, and toss the duvet onto the floor. Turning, I sit and lie back, bringing her with me. Astride me, she makes herself comfortable and strokes my hair back off my forehead.“You’re so handsome,” she murmurs. “You make my heart ache.” She kisses my jaw, brushing her lips against my stubble, to behind my ear. “Your hair’s damp. You’ve had a shower.”“I went to the gym. I tried to run off my lust, but it didn’t work.”She laughs and presses her lips around to my mouth. “Can I help with that?”“I wish you would.”She kisses me, and I smooth my hands down her back over her sweater, enjoying the feel of her small, slim frame, her sexy curves. Holding her butt, I tilt my hips up, and she sighs as I press my erection into her mound.I can’t feel much though because she
ElizabethI eventually fall asleep, and when I finally awake, the room is filled with bright sunshine. I roll onto my back and stretch out an arm, and discover Nymph’s curly fur rather than the muscular body I’d been hoping to find. Outside, in the kitchen, comes the sounds of someone preparing coffee.Rising, I dress quickly, then click my fingers at Nymph, and she jumps off the bed.I go out into the living room and cross to the breakfast bar. He looks over from where he’s making the coffee. He’s wearing his track pants and a fresh tee, and his hair is all ruffled.“Morning,” he says, and smiles.“Hey. I’ll… um… just take Nymph out.”“Sure. Take the keys with you—they’re by the door.”I nod, collect the keys, put my shoes on, and take Nymph down with me to the garden. While she sniffs around and does her business, I sit on the wall where I took the photo last night, my stomach a jumble of emotions. Overriding them all, though, is the undeniable joy I feel at being here, with Huxley.
June 21st (two months later)KipIt’s the winter solstice, exactly six months after I met Alice, and Mum and Dad’s house is full of people who’ve come to celebrate the renewal of Saxon and Catie’s vows and their baby-naming ceremony. Saxon sprung a wedding on her after Christmas while they were on holiday, because he wanted to marry her but knew she’d be overwhelmed by having to say her vows in front of lots of people. However, six months have gone by now, and she’s settled down a lot, to the extent that when he suggested they combine a naming ceremony with a vow renewal ceremony, she jumped at the idea.Dad’s twin brother, Brandon, and my aunt, Jenny, are chatting to Mum and Alice’s mum. Penny has been spending a lot of time with Mum, and I’m so pleased that they genuinely seem to get on well. Penny’s holding one of Catie’s twins and Mum’s holding the other, and the two of them are clearly enjoying themselves.Kennedy’s helping Catie get ready. Her husband, Jackson, with baby Eddie, i
He holds out a hand to me. “Let’s go outside.”Meekly, my head whirling, I let him pull me up and lead me out into the garden. It’s dark now, and a couple of moths are fluttering around the kitchen window, but there’s enough light for us to see each other clearly, and it’s not cold.Still standing, he turns me to face him. “What do you think?” he asks.“I don’t know what to say. I… I’m ashamed Mum feels that Charlie and I didn’t listen to her. She’s right of course. I was determined to make the sacrifice because I thought it was what I should do. But she is still my mother, and she deserves to have a say in it.”I look down at where he’s holding my hands. “But it’s not easy. It would be a huge change for her to move, and I know that change is one thing she really struggles with. When anything big happens, it always makes her unwell.”“That’s fair enough, but we’d make sure we did it in small steps so it didn’t become too overwhelming.” He lifts my hands and kisses my fingers. “Whateve
I glance at Charlie, a little ashamed. She looks back at me, her lips twisting.“I don’t think it occurred to either of you to ask me what I want,” Mum says. “And every time I tried to talk about it, you shut me down.”I stare at her, horrified. Is that true? I suppose it is. She did try to say she wanted to find a solution that would mean neither of us would have to give up the men in our lives, but we both steamrollered over her, insisting we weren’t going to cave.“When I talked to Kip, though,” Mum continues, “he said, ‘What do you want?’ I was so touched I nearly cried.”I glance at him, but he’s looking at her, his lips curving up behind his fingers.Mum looks at me. “As I said, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But I’m not going to let either of you pass up on the chance of happiness with the man of your dreams for me. Alice!” She snaps as I open my mouth. “Please!”I close my mouth again, shocked at her sharp tone.“I know that over the years you’ve had to step up an
AliceI’m absolutely shattered.Charlie’s revelation yesterday threw all three of us into a whirlwind of heightened emotions, and it’s been very difficult to stop them spinning us around.Mum went to bed early last night, exhausted from the whole thing, and the two of us stayed up until very late, checking on her from time to time, both frightened of leaving her alone.“We have to sort this,” Charlie told me at one point, long after the sun had set. “We can’t keep doing this to her.”“I know that,” I snapped. But I couldn’t see a way clear through the thick forest of our problems.In the end, both of us were so tired and irritable and upset that we decided to sleep on it and talk again the next day.I lay awake for about an hour, thinking about Kip, missing him, and feeling miserable, and fighting with myself because he’s my best friend, and I wanted to call him and talk it over with him, and I couldn’t. Eventually I crashed out, slept too long, and I’ve woken with a headache, grouchy
I sigh. “Shit.”“Yeah. She was so happy, and I just couldn’t bring myself to say it. I kept thinking about the baby, and I knew I had to try and make a go of my marriage for the baby’s sake. So I stayed. I told Renée I couldn’t see her again. She texted me occasionally, but we didn’t meet up. I tried, I really did. But Chloe had morning sickness for the first few months, and after that she just didn’t want sex—she said it felt weird while she was pregnant. And then the baby was born, and even a few months after, she still wasn’t interested. I tried to be understanding, and accept she was tired and probably sore, but… I know it makes me a terrible person, but I just kept thinking about how Renée wanted me, and how good she made me feel… And then one day she contacted me again and asked to see me. And I’m only human, Kip. I was lonely, and I know it sounds pathetic and childish and makes me an arsehole, but I was angry with Chloe for not wanting me, and for not taking my needs into acco
KipAfter my long phone call with Penny, I send a text to Sam, the pilot of the Knight Sky, then take my laptop out onto the deck and spend half an hour browsing and jotting down some notes until the doorbell goes. I answer it to find Craig standing there. To my relief, there’s no sign of Renée. I’m tempted to say, ‘So she let you out on your own, then?’ but I manage to restrain myself.“Jesus,” he says, staring at my eye, “what happened to you?”“Don’t ask,” I reply wryly. “Come in.” I stand back and let him pass, close the door, and follow him down the steps. “You want a coffee?”He shrugs. “Okay.”I take it as a sign that he’s planning to stay at least long enough to have a drink, and turn on the machine. “Thanks for coming,” I say as I start the espresso pouring. “I wasn’t sure you’d agree to it.” I glance at him. “Was Renée okay with you coming?” I’m genuinely curious, as I was convinced she’d arrive with him.He sits on one of the barstools and scratches at a mark on the counter.
He puts his arm around her. “It’s amazing,” he says softly. “Thank you.” The last ounce of resentment has vanished from his eyes.“They’re lovely gifts,” Mum tells me. “Well done.”One of the babies—Liam, I think, because he’s wearing red—stirs in the cot, waving his tiny fists in the air.“Can I pick him up?” I ask, and Catie wipes her eyes and nods..“Of course.”I lift the baby out and walk beneath the umbrella so he doesn’t have the sun in his eyes.“Hey, little fella,” I murmur, and he looks up at me with his big blue eyes. He smells sweet, of milk and talcum powder, and when I stroke his cheek with a finger, he grabs it and tries to suck it. I chuckle and look at Saxon, who’s watching me with a smile.I feel a huge swell of relief. It’s the first step to putting things right with the people I love, and it feels damn good.I just hope I can do something similar with Craig and Alice.*I stay for another hour, drinking my coffee and chatting to my family. Then, just before midday,
KipI read it several times, then send it.It’s time to head over to my parents’ house. Dad bought each of us a breathalyzer when we were younger so we could make sure we weren’t over the limit after a few drinks. I haven’t used it for a while as I don’t tend to drink at all when I’m driving, but I take it out of the cupboard and blow into it, relieved to find I’m well under.Taking the presents with me, I get into the Merc and head out into the sunny morning.When I pull up at the house, Saxon’s Aston is already there, gleaming in the sunshine. I pick up the parcels and make my way inside, my stomach fluttering. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the need to apologize for bad behavior.As I pass the kitchen I see Mum there, talking to Pamela as they load a tray with cups of coffee. They both look over as I stop and walk in. Pamela gives a wry smile, and Mum gives me a look that says, ‘What am I going to do with you?’“Morning,” I say, going up to Mum, leaving the parcels on the cou
KipI vomit twice more in the night, but luckily Damon’s there to help me stumble to the bathroom, and to encourage me to drink more water. So when I eventually wake up for real, I feel a tad fragile, but not half as bad as I might have done if he hadn’t been there.I check the time—07:14. The sun is up, flooding the room with pale yellow light. The sky is such a light blue that it’s almost white.The bed next to me is empty, and I can’t hear Damon upstairs.Still no message or calls from Alice, but there are a few others waiting for me. The first is from Damon.Hey bro, I left around two a.m. once you stopped throwing up. Take the Panadol and drink the orange juice, then go apologize to Saxon and Catie and I’m sure you’ll feel better. DThe second is from my father.I’d like to see you here at eleven a.m., kiddo. Make sure you’re not over the limit. Dad xHe hasn’t called me kiddo for years. It’s obviously a reflection of my behavior last night.The third and fourth are from Saxon. The