Page 132 of Swim To Me

We simply lie there for a moment, our breathing ragged, hearts racing, until Grey whispers something about the birthday boy and his cock deep in my ear.

It’s so silly I dissolve into a fit of giggles, pushing him off me while he laughs with me, both of us carefree and without worry.

From one of the sun loungers behind us, Grey’s phone chimes with a text message. It’s a stark reminder of life outside of the bubble we’ve created together.

When Grey makes no move to pick up his phone, I peer over at him, shielding my eyes from the sun. “How are you feeling about going back to London in a few days? Back to normality.”

He laces our hands together. “It’s been really lovely here, but it’s also nice to know we’ll be back home soon… Don’t you think?”

I nod without hesitation. I’m excited to get back to work, to fall asleep in Grey and I’s bed in our apartment together, to hug my sister, and see all of Grey’s family for his second birthday celebration.

From the moment I first met Grey’s family, I knew we’d be close. They, like him, exuberated kindness and warmth, a friendly face I found myself opening up to easily. I, Grey’s mum and Grey’s eldest brother, Noah’s wife, Faith, had bonded instantly. Something I knew was massively important to Grey. He’d been ecstatic to find us three in the garden, baby Mollie on my hip – she’d taken to me for some strange reason – chatting away as if we’d known each other for years.

The Millen’s had accepted me into their family simply because I was head over heels in love with their son.

Grey kisses my sweaty forehead and stands, pulling his shorts back up and picks up his mobile.

“Any news?” I wonder out loud, sitting up and feeling Grey’s spent and my creamy arousal drip out of me.

“About us? I don’t think so, gorgeous.”

Since Grey and his management released his statement about the state of our relationship last year, the British press have gone pretty quiet. I chalk it up to the fact that we’re really not that interesting, just a normal couple who aren’t breaking up and making up every week. It’s the way Grey and I like it.

I was however prepared for snapshot images to come out of us on holiday, but apparently not.

“What’s got you so interested in your phone, then?”

“Noah has just messaged me—”

“Oh! Is it about Mollie? Is she walking yet? Faith said she would send us a video, but—”

“No... Noah thinks Hudson’s got himself a girlfriend.”

That perks me up. With the outrageous stories Grey has told me, and the endless string of different women splayed out across his social media feed, Hudson has never struck me as the commitment type.

“Who is she?” I ask. “She must be something pretty fucking special to get Hudson to change his mind.”

“You’re telling me,” Grey agrees. “It’s certainly going to be interesting when we get back to London.”

THE END.