Page 147 of Harrison's Wedding

I groan as she continues what she’s doing. Arousal floods through my body, and my senses are overtaken by Heather. I kiss her deeply and reach between us to find her clit. She gasps when I touch it, then moans softly as I rub it back and forth. She’s velvety smooth and wet, and I love hearing her panting for breath.

Heather pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me, sheathing my cock inside her as she does. She fucks me desperately, and there’s a deep need swirling between us. It’s full of sadness and longing and regret, but also desire and ecstasy and the knowledge that we’re here in this moment together.

She lowers her head to mine and kisses me before sitting up to ride me. The pleasure I get from being inside my angel envelops me completely, and when she comes, I can’t stop myself from coming as well. She collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around her.

“Fuck, that was good,” she pants.

“I’m glad, angel.”

We clean up, then head back to bed, where we quickly fall into an exhausted sleep together.

* * *

We don’t seeeach other on Monday night. I almost want to message Heather and ask if I can come over, but we just spent an entire weekend together, and I promised that I wouldn’t push her.

By Tuesday afternoon, though, I’m very aware of the fact that I’ll be leaving for California the next day. With album promotions kicking off, I won’t have a lot of time to see her in person. So I send her a text.

Hey angel. Want to catch up tonight? I’d love to see you before my flight.

I hope desperately that she’ll say yes, because I miss her. I’m bitterly disappointed when her reply comes through.

I can’t. God, I wish I could. Maybe you could call me?

I sigh deeply, hating that I won’t be able to see her until I’m back in Chicago. So I decide to ask if I can see her as soon as I’m back. I don’t want to come home to the city and spend that first night back without her, since it will be a whole week since I’ve seen her.

Of course I can, angel. I’ll look forward to it. Can I book you in for next Monday after I fly back?

It’s not long at all before her reply comes through.

Yes. I think I can pencil you in. I love you, Harrison.

I’ve stopped hating my name coming from her. Heather using my name means that she’s talking to me, and that alone is something to be celebrated.

I love you too, angel. Always and forever.

I check my list and put the few last-minute items into my suitcase for our flight tomorrow morning, then spend the rest of the day with Hayden. We go to the music room together and play a few songs before he leaves for Sebastian’s. They’re going out to a club tonight, but I passed on going out. Partially because I promised Heather that I would call her tonight, but also because I’ve had more than my fair share of partying lately.

Michael drives me to a Chinese restaurant where I pick up takeout. The restaurant is near the apartment I shared with Heather, and I can’t count the number of nights we got dinner from here.

I’m hit with a wave of longing for my former life, and I ask Michael, “Can you drive me to my apartment, please?”

“Your place?” he asks.

I nod, and he takes me there. I take the food upstairs, and it feels familiar as I walk into the apartment.

I’m home.

In some ways, I expected that coming here would bring back bad memories, but it doesn’t. I drop the food in the kitchen, then walk through the place, turning lights on as I go. It smells strange from being empty for so long. It’s clean, though, and I assume the cleaners have continued coming in our absence.

It’s also filled with memories of Heather. The ones from when I was last here hurt, but they’re a part of our story and what we’ve been through. It’s a part of us, and as much as I wish that the night in Los Angeles hadn’t happened, it did.

Being able to come through that, to still love each other, and to be able to have some kind of relationship is a blessing. I’m overcome with my love for Heather, and I wipe away tears from my eyes as I head out of our bedroom and back to the kitchen.

Michael is sitting nearby, and I tell him, “If you want to go home, I’ll stay here tonight.”

“Okay. I’ll be back in the morning to take you to the airport, then.”

“Thanks, Michael.” I smile at him, and he nods his acknowledgment, then walks away.

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