Page 119 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

Her tongue met his softly.

Tenderly.

And he wanted her again.

The last thoughtful gift he could remember was the drum kit that had been his Dad’s idea. A way to bang out the boisterousness he often took out on furniture and his toys.

He’d flown once, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.

His mind was clearer than it had been in years.

Life was funny.

Sometimes you just had to trust the universe that it had a plan to help you learn all the lessons you needed to learn in life.

Willow was his teacher. Soul mate. Lover.

Words flowed into his mind. In a sequence. A chorus.

A song danced in the edges of his mind. He should work on it with Matt.

But first, he needed to perfect the melody.

“Shower?” he said, offering Willow his hand.

“Great idea. I’ll go get it started while you order some food because I’m starving.”

And as he tried to get room service to understand that he wanted a Snickers bar sliced with strawberries on top, he realised he already had it.

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