As Percival retreats to the toilet, the door is barely ajar, however I stay seated by the fireside, my eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the wallpaper. My thoughts wanders, contemplating the promise that awaits us tonight. Part of me wonders if I’ll ever be able to cross that threshold with Percival—to lose myself within the depth of our connection.

I shake my head, focusing as an alternative on the current second. That is our time to discover, to find new sides of one another past the bodily. And that, I notice, is an journey all its personal.

Later, I sense motion within the toilet. Moments later, Percival’s determine emerges by the slight slip, bare, his physique glistening with droplets that catch the sunshine. Unabashedly assured, he strides round, leaving a path of damp footprints on the hardwood ground.

As I watch, my eyes drink in each inch of him—the curve of his shoulders, the ripple of his muscle tissues, the engaging V that results in his crotch. My cheeks flush with warmth, and I do know my need for him hasn’t diminished. However there’s one thing extra now, one thing deeper than mere lust.

I step again into the dwelling space, guilt gnaws at my insides. What am I doing right here? Percival deserves somebody who can bounce with him wholeheartedly. But right here I’m, hesitating at each flip.

I chunk my lip, torn between eager to be near him and fearing what that closeness might convey. If I’m going in there, will I have the opportunity to withstand the pull of his physique, the warmth that radiates from his very being?

The door is barely ajar, and as I strategy, I see Percival stretched out on the mattress, his physique nonetheless glistening from the bathe. His hand strikes downward, wrapping round himself, and he lets out a low moan that makes my abdomen clench with need.

“Spencer,” my title on his lips, his eyes closed, misplaced in his personal pleasure. “God, you don’t have any concept what you do to me.”

My arms grip the wood body of the doorway, knuckles white. I ought to look away, give him his privateness, however the sight of him—so susceptible and but so highly effective—holds me captive.

“Hey,” he says, his voice wavering with the hassle of conserving it regular. “For those who’re watching, simply know that I’m pondering of you.”

His phrases echo in my thoughts, and I suppose: What would it not be like to really let go, to provide myself over to him utterly? The thought each excites and terrifies me, however one factor’s for positive—I can’t deny the connection we share any longer.

“Journey,” I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. “That’s what you promised me, Percival. And perhaps that’s precisely what we want.”

I take a step again from the doorway, releasing my grip on the wood body. Possibly tonight isn’t the evening for us to cross that threshold collectively, but it surely’s a begin.

~~~

Gianna’s phrases come by my telephone speaker as I get a textual content.

Her: How’d it go along with Mr. Tall, Darkish, and Attractive final evening?

Me: It’s…difficult. We made progress, however we’re taking issues sluggish.

Her: Sluggish? With a person like Percival Hills?

I can see her pout even from right here. I do know her too nicely.

Her: That’s like attempting to place a leash on a cheetah. However hey, if it really works for you, girlfriend!

Me: We’re discovering our method, and it feels proper.

Her: Good for you, Spence. Hey, I’ve gotta run, however let’s catch up quickly, okay?

Me: Later, Gi!

I put the telephone apart and swing my legs over the facet of the mattress, my coronary heart pounding with anticipation.

“Morning.” Percival’s smile greets me as he opens the door between our rooms, clad solely in a towel slung low on his hips. His damp hair sticks to his brow, making him look each boyish and totally irresistible.

“Morning,” I handle to answer, unable to tear my eyes away from the droplets of water trailing down his chest.

“Hear, about final evening—” he begins hesitantly, operating a hand by his damp locks.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I interrupt, not wanting him to really feel responsible or pressured. “We’re on this collectively, bear in mind? The boundaries are clear, no worries. Let’s have enjoyable, okay?”

“Okay,” he replies, his eyes locking onto mine with a glance of doubt.

“Good.” I smile, my fingers itching to succeed in out and contact him, however I restrain myself. “So, what’s subsequent?”

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