DANIEL FIRMLY HOLDS my hand as he waits for the doorman to open the side door, opting to avoid either of the rotating doors. He walks briskly across the checkered marble foyer of The Savoy, I actually do a ‘Pretty Woman’ style stumble as I take in the grandeur. The vaulted ceilings are cream moulded plaster with pale green inset squares. The polished dark wood paneling and hanging glass light fittings are in keeping with the art deco period of the furniture placed at either end of the vast reception area. If I wasn’t so nervous, I would be extremely intimidated. I have been to The Savoy before, but only to do my silver service training, and I am wondering why Daniel has brought me here and not to his apartment. As if he senses my unease, he squeezes my hand lifting it to gently graze his lips across my knuckles.
We walk in silence along the narrow corridor, the thick carpet bounces under my aching feet. He glides the key card with precision and steps aside the open door to let me through. Inside the suite he drops my hand and walks toward the built in bar, while I tentatively walk toward the window. The floor to ceiling glass allows for the most spectacular view of the Thames; directly across the river, the London Eye is lit in ever changing colours, and the lights on the boats along the river sparkle. The view is stunning, romantic, really, with a million city lights shining the length of the river bank. I can hear him pour some drink, and I tremble as he walks over to me.
“Drink?” He hands me a crystal glass with two fingers of golden liquid. I take it, I don’t much care what it is, and I sip. My face wrinkles.
“That good?” Daniel’s laugh is warm. I drink the remainder in a large gulp. He laughs again.
“Someone’s in a hurry.” He takes my glass and together with his, places them back on the bar.
He stands close behind me, his arms slide around my waist and he pulls me tight against his body. His mouth is hot against my neck, and I tilt my head back against his chest. He whispers in a low voice, “I am going to take my time with you, Miss Thorne, and I would very much like you to do exactly as I ask.” He runs his nose down my neck, inhaling, sending a shiver the length of my body. “Do you think you will be able to accommodate me? Do you think you can obey?” I have no choice but to listen to my body. All my sense of self-preservation I left, along with my head, back at the party just before I stepped into his car. My heart is racing, and my breath is rapid The heat at my core is forcing a pressure between my legs like I’ve never felt, and the urge to grind back to get some release is unbearable. I sigh and sink a little, but his strong frame holds me in place. I so don’t want to embarrass myself and come across as the novice I am. It’s not a big deal, because it’s not like I was intentionally saving myself. It’s just that life got in the way before now, and now I really do want to obey him.
“Yes, Sir.” He steps away and I am instantly cool. He brings the chair from the table over and places it in front of me. He removes his jacket and tie and eases back into the chair. He stares at me with heavy lidded eyes and slowly pops the first two buttons on his shirt.
“Good girl. Now I would like you to take off your dress.” His voice is smooth and rough at the same time. I am nervous, but this warm fire inside burns and fills me with courage I was unable to glean from the alcohol I just drank. The material of my dress is very stretchy and I am able to pull and slip it off my shoulders, a slightly better option than hauling it over my head. I peel it down my body and allow it to slip to the floor, stepping out of the material I return my gaze to Daniel. He raises a curious brow.
“Something wrong?” My voice catches. I panic at his expression and drop to my knees to pick up my dress, I can’t do this. I am so far from being a temptress. He surprises me and instantly joins me on his knees. He holds my shaking hands, the concern etched on his face.
“Bethany.” His voice is so soft, so calm, and he has the sweetest smile. “You are breathtaking. I was just surprised by the ‘Plain-Jane’ underwear. Because if you’re trying to detract from how fucking beautiful you are, you are shit out of luck.” He grins and gathers me in his arms, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He sits me on the edge of the bed and my bottom sinks into the thick soft covers.
“Now, shall we start again? “ He tilts his head and flashes this killer, heart-stopping smile.
“Yes.” I sigh, my skin prickles. “Sorry…yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I want you to lie back and hold your hands above your head and keep them there. You will want to move them, but I want you to keep them right there. Do you understand?” His commanding tone makes me shiver even though I feel able to burn marks into the sheets with my body heat. I nod.
“I need to hear an answer, Miss Thorne?” His sterner tone makes me jump.
“Yes…Sir.” I manage to speak past the lump in my throat.
He stands beside the bed and pushes between my legs. He runs his strong hands, exerting a light pressure from my knees to the tops of my thighs in long sweeping strokes. “Your skin is so soft,” he rests his warm hand on my hips before tracing his fingers lightly up my side across my stomach and down to the edge of my panties. “Cold again, Miss Thorne?” He chuckles as my hard nipples strain against my plain white cotton bra. I struggle to contain a moan and I feel my back lift a little from the bed.
“Did I say you could move? I don’t think I did?” He removes his hands and I whimper at the loss of his touch. I instantly still. “Good girl.” I can hear the smile in his voice and it makes me smile too. He hooks his fingers into the edge of my panties and gradually pulls them down. My breath hitches, and I pinch my eyes shut. “Eyes, Miss Thorne. Oh I want to see your beautiful eyes when I make you come; keep them open.” It’s an effort, but I open my eyes, my stare fixed on some innocuous patch on the ceiling. I feel a slight dip in the bed, and then his arms cage my thighs as he holds my hips and draws circles with his thumbs. I want to wriggle and squirm, but I don’t want him to stop. The scorching heat from his breath is just above my sex, and I’m trembling in anticipation. He can feel it, he chuckles. “You’re so responsive. I bet you’re dripping right now, before I even touch you.” I’m thinking he’s probably right.
“Arhh!” I yell as he drags his finger through my soaking folds.
“Fuck, Bethany, that’s so fucking hot!” He continues to stroke in a tortuously slow rhythm. I need to move to release this pressure or I’m going to…
“Arhhh!” My body arches from the bed as he sinks a finger deep inside and curls to stroke the most sensitive of spots. Fuck! An uncontrollable full-body shudder engulfs me, and I can’t catch my breath. Sparks of light dart across my tightly squeezed eyes, and my core clenches and continues to contract around his fingers, trying to make the pleasure last. He massages me lightly bringing me down from the second most amazing orgasm he has drawn from me--two for two, Mr. Stone. I sag deeper into the covers.
“Did you close your eyes?” His voice is raw, his eyes intense.
“Oh, sorry. Yes, I did, I couldn’t help it.” I lift my head and smile, surely that’s a compliment. I can’t read his expression, I can see the desire, but I can’t read the mood.
“Well, let’s try that again, then, shall we?” He is grinning.
“Again? You’re serious? I don’t think I can, no offense,” I quip.
“None taken,” he replies playfully. Oh, good, he is in good mood.
“Fuck!” I scream as he takes a long sweep of his tongue up the sensitive folds and circles my clit. He is in a good but serious mood.
“Eyes!” He growls. I force my eyes wide and breathe deeply to try and steady my racing heart. He clamps one arm across my hips to hold me in place as I feel the need to evade this onslaught of pleasure. His tongue is relentless and despite my misgivings I can feel the familiar build of pressure as he takes long steady sweeps, from the top of my clit down to my entrance where he dips the tip of his tongue further into my body.
“Oh God, Daniel, I…” I’m panting, breathless and gasping.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes, I want to see you come, I want you to come.” He looks up through his long lashes as his tongue is replaced with expert fingers as he pushes me once again over the edge.
“Fuck.” I manage to grind out through gritted teeth and I manage to keep my eyes open. A warm sheen covers my body and I am equally on fire as I am chilled with uncontrollable shivers. Before I can come down fully from my second high of the evening, Daniel once again places his mouth over my clit and sucks in a deep swirling motion, gently grazing the nub with his teeth. I feel the rush of an instant orgasm on me, and I scream. I hope he can’t see my eyes now, because there is no way I can keep them open. My hips buck wildly against the extra pressure Daniel has placed on me to prevent that very movement. My back arches as I release an agonising moan. I don’t know where that orgasm came from, but it has shaken me to my core, and I am left in a quivering heap, unable to move. Daniel continues to lightly lap at me with his tongue carefully avoiding the over-sensitive tissue.
He crawls up my body, and he sits, his strong thighs pinning me to the bed. My eyes may be open, but I can still see large black blobs floating across my field of vision. His fingers trace up my tummy and push behind my back. He unclips my bra and gently pulls it from my arms. “You have perfect tits.” This makes me smile. This whole situation feels kind of out of this world, so to hear such a normal, somewhat crude, turn of phrase, makes it a little more real. His hands are hot, and he squeezes then runs his thumb and fingers across my tightened nipples, rolling and pinching. The sensation is sending sparks directly to my clit. I can again feel a slow throb between my legs. Jeeze, this can’t be normal?
“Mmmm, now I’m pretty sure you could come again if I continue to do this, but really, I am so fucking hard, I can’t think of anything else right now other than being buried deep inside you.” I smile, and my breath hitches. He is right about coming again. I’m insatiable. I like the feel of his weight on me. I like that his frame covers mine, and he looks so happy. “I want you on top.” He demands, my smile fades. He repeats in a reassuring tone. “I would like you on top, Bethany, because you are very tight and I am…” He pauses to look down.
“Fucking enormous!” I add my contribution with a grin.
“Well, anyway, you can control how deep and how far much better if you are on top.” I hear him swallow deeply at his own explanation, but that sort of makes sense. I nod tentatively.
“I need to hear an answer, Miss Thorne.” He holds my gaze, his eyes pools of liquid lust.
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a mix of false confidence and true nerves.
“Good girl.” He stands and removes his trousers and boxers in one smooth move, taking his socks and shoes too. He pulls his shirt over his head and my mouth waters. His chest is carved muscle, tanned and defined. He has a sprinkling of hair that gathers at his happy trail and he has that curve of muscle at his hip that seems to point to all the goodness. He is way, way better than the diet coke man, because he is real, and he is in front of me. My mouth is dry, and as I think about his taste on my tongue, I lick my lips to try and generate some moisture.
“Hold that thought, Miss Thorne, I need to bury myself inside you first.” He tears the foil wrapper in his hand and expertly sheaths himself. I push the unwelcome thought of why he is so proficient at the task from my own lust-addled brain. He then crawls, again like a panther up my body, devouring me with a predators’ gaze. He slides his strong arms round my back, and he holds me tight. I can feel the hard steel of his erection against my stomach, and I clench at the thought. He flips me over so I am on top, my face pressed against his hard pectoral as he runs his fingertips up my spine, leaving a tiny trail of sparks. He takes one hand up into my hair and pulls it into his tight fist. I am forced to meet his gaze. The look we share is pure desire.
“I want this; I want this so fucking much it hurts! Tell me you want this, Bethany.” His voice is ragged. I try to nod, but he tightens his grip holding my hair and raises his brow.
“Yes, Sir,” I exhale my reply.
“No, Bethany, I need to hear you say you want this.” His tone is serious, and I look again and see a flash of uncertainty in his eyes, but then it’s gone.
“I want this, Daniel.” I do, I have never felt desire like this, didn’t know you could feel like this. It’s a paradox; I am scared shitless and horny as hell.
He holds my waist and pushes me from his body, he then takes my hips and lifts me above his proud erection. I take my weight on my knees and hover. He reaches between us and positions the head of his cock at my entrance, sliding it back and forth through my wet folds. I drop my head, and he lets out a small groan. “Relax, baby, you’re in charge.” This sweet endearment makes my chest clench. I swallow and take a long breath out as I push down onto his waiting cock. I instantly clench at the pain and shut my eyes. When Daniel growls softly from the back of his throat, I open them and am rewarded with such intensity and desire, I will myself to relax or at least not grimace quite so much. I continue to push down, taking inch after excruciating inch. I focus on my breathing in an attempt to relax and take more of him. “Jesus, Bethany, you’re so fucking tight.” He is gripping my hips, but not pushing me down. I can see the concentration in his face, as he tries to control himself. I shift slightly and sink a little further.
“Fuck! “ He presses his head back into the pillow. “Take it all, baby. You have to take it all.” He moans. I feel a burn inside me spur me on and I push myself hard and finally sink low enough to take his cock whole. I am throbbing, I’m on fire and I am full, stretched to a point of pain. I let out the breath I’d been holding and draw in some smaller pants as my body begins to accommodate the intrusion of a lifetime. My head drops to my chest. I take a few steadying breaths and start to move my hips. Not sure what to do with my hands I place one on my thigh and one on his, I can feel the muscle in his leg flex and relax with every roll of my hips. “Oh, fuck.” Daniel’s voice sounds shaky and raw. He continues to hold my hips, ,but now that he is buried deep in me, he seems happy to assist with the rhythm. He pulls me up and down in a controlled motion, and I rock my hips feeling him move deep inside. There is no sharp pain now just an intense feeling of pleasure from the friction and a deep stirring within.
“I want you to come with me Bethany, can you do that?” His voice is strained, concentration evident on his handsome face.
“I … I” I stutter, my concentration is all over the place. There is no way I can control this.
“Listen to me.” He takes a deep breath and continues to grind a movement against me that is insanely good. My head falls back. “Bethany!” I snap back to him, my eyes wide. “You are going to come with me, and you are going to keep your eyes open, I need to see you?” His stern tone has me instantly nodding my compliance.
“Yes, Sir.” I slide a little further up and fall back firmly. I’m feeling a little bold.
“Fuck!” He growls. He grabs my hips more firmly and begins to control my movements. I am under no illusion who is in control now, as if I ever was. I am rolling my hips with him and he is moving and changing angle all the time to touch my sensitive spots. I feel the build start within me right away, and I am hoping he can feel it too, because I am nowhere near proficient enough to control the ‘when’ of my climax. “I can feel you’re close, Bethany, you need to look at me.” I fix on his dark pools, the intensity sears right through me.
“Oh, fuck.” I gasp, my body starting to convulse, and my core beginning to clench around him. “Daniel, please,” I beg. “Please, I can’t.”
“I know baby, it’s all right. Let go, Bethany, I’ve got you. I want you to come for me.” His soothing tone and sensual words send me right over the edge, again. “Come with me.” He continues to thrust into me and continues to maneuver my hips to make sure I take every bit of his release. I’m suspended in a daze of ultimate pleasure. Every muscle in my body contracting, pulsating, and from the muted sound in my ears all I can hear is the beat, beat, beat of my heart. I fall flat against his heaving chest and have no intention of moving, ever.
He does, though, a moment later, he sits up taking me with him, and we are nose to nose, panting breath to panting breath. “Eyes, Miss Thorne?” I open mine to see his dazzling smile, but we are back to Miss Thorne again, and I think I prefer baby, or at least, Bethany. He thrusts, and I can’t believe he’s still hard; I grip my lips together to stifle a yelp. He chuckles and the vibrations ripple through my body. “I believe I said I would take my time with you, Miss Thorne. I also believe I said I was going to fuck you all night, and you will come to appreciate I am a man of my word.” He leans to plant small kisses below my ear and whisper, “And there is so much more to explore, Miss Thorne.” With this promise, he resumes his languid thrusts as he holds my shoulders pulling down with some pressure and holding me firm. The guttural growl from the back of his throat fires up my senses and I can feel my core begin to respond. I am running on adrenaline and lust, because I barely have the energy to lift my eyelids. “Eyes!” He warns. “You have the most amazing fucking eyes. I need to see them, do you understand?” I keep them open and look deep into his.
“Daniel.” My voice is breaking. I’m very distracted by each heavenly thrust. Building the pleasure, pushing me but not enough to gain the release I know I am going to need, the release that I’m going to be begging for if he continues this pace. “Please, please Daniel, I don’t think, I mean I know you can but I’m not so sure I can…” I falter and he interrupts.
“Sorry, Miss Thorne, did I tell you to speak? I must apologize if I gave you that impression. The only words I will accept will be if you scream my name when you come, although you seem to favour ‘God’ so that will be acceptable too.” How can he sound so calm when I am struggling to construct a full sentence? He lifts me slightly and maneuvers smoothly so he is above me, and I feel his delicious weight press down, his thighs angled to keep my legs spread wide. He hooks one of his arms under my knee, lifts my leg onto his shoulder and thrusts. I can’t help the cry that escapes me. Fuck, that’s deep. Oh, it’s so good, though, every nerve and muscle contract wildly against the deepest point of penetration, the euphoric part where pain morphs into sublime pleasure. God, I like it deep but his slow rhythm is driving me mad. I release a frustrated groan, as noises are allowed, I think, and he looks down with a knowing grin.
“In a hurry, Miss Thorne?” He grins as I whimper, but he takes pity on me and begins to increase his speed. I can see his jaw tick and his eyebrows are wrinkled, like he is trying to think of the answer to a really difficult equation. My breath quickens with the speed of his thrusts. He holds himself above me, and his eyes express the same raw need I feel in my core. He takes his hand and slides it between our bodies, and just above our union he uses his thumb to draw circles over my clit. Our bodies move together, slick with a sheen of pure desire, his rougher skin scouring mine, setting mine ablaze. His leg entwines around mine, and his hot sweet breath is like a flame against my neck. Again the familiar tingle and heat begins to build. Just before I am about to explode, he stops and pulls back, sitting on his ankles. I let out a breath and raise myself on my elbows with what little strength I have. I hope I look as confused as I feel.
“God, you’re amazing!” He fixes his eyes on mine. He leans forward, and with one hand he squeezes my breast. with his mouth he covers the hard nub of the other. Swirling his tongue and sucking, he switches breast and repeats the same move, each flick of his hot tongue making my core spark. Sitting back up, he runs his hand down the center of my body before he places his hands on my hips and flips me over. My heart has leapt to my mouth. He reaches over and grabs one of the overstuffed ultra-soft pillows. Tapping my bottom, I lift to accommodate the pillow beneath my hips. I swallow hard, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into. I bury my face into my pillow and let out a smothered moan.
“Miss Thorne, it seems you like it hard, and you really like me deep. Well, I promise this will be deep, but we will take it slow. You need to relax.” He says this as he must have noticed every muscle in my back and bottom tense. “Bethany, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“And I think it’s safe to say you have more than enjoyed yourself so far, yes?” I nod into the pillow. “Then you have to trust me that you will enjoy this, too.” He leans to plant a soft kiss below my ear, and I immediately relax. “Good girl.” He sits back, and with one hand he rubs the cheeks of my bottom, creating a scorching heat, and with the other he runs his fingers into my wetness, drawing it back up to my other entrance. His finger rubs in the moisture, applying small amounts of pressure. I moan and take a deep breath. This is extremely sensitive, the slightest touch creating an extreme reaction within my body. His lips are again at my ear. “Relax, that’s right, push back against my finger.” I do and the tip enters my body, he begins to move his finger in and out, and the feeling of fullness is good, enjoyable even, and I push back a little more. He ventures a little deeper and I get the sensation of a million prickles emanating from my core, spreading wildly across my body, but that is just his finger, his cock is so much bigger. The thought makes me tremble, and I can’t stop. My whole body begins to shudder. “Shhhh,” he whispers. “It’s all right, baby, maybe not tonight?” I must visibly relax because he gives a light laugh. “But this feels good, doesn’t it?” I turn my head around to try and see his face. He has a wicked grin, and I smile.
“Yes, yes, it does.” My face instantly flames, and I quickly plant it back into to pillow.
He slowly removes his finger and positions his heavy cock again between my sodden, sensitive folds. He pushes slightly against the entrance, and I sigh and push back. In truth I’m a little sore, but I am also hot and needy. “This is going to be deep and hard, and because I’ve been playing with your arse for the last ten minutes, it’s not going to last too long, either. Just thought I should warn you.” With that he plunges deep, sinking his entire length into me with a groan. I cry out into the pillow. Oh, my God, he wasn’t lying! That is so fucking deep! He pushes harder and faster, hitting the end of my womb again and again. He wraps his hand around the front and strokes my clit in time with each thrust sending me higher. My core instantly clenches around him, gripping, and I push back to meet each thrust. He reaches to grab my hair, fisting it in his grip, pulling my head, and arching my back to accommodate this dominant move. He releases pure guttural sounds, which vibrate from the back of his throat, the urgency of each demanding thrust and the desperate hold he has on my hips combining to ignite the inevitable explosion within me. This level of ecstasy literally causes my eyes to water, and I am thankful that my face is now pressed against the pillow. I know I don’t have a huge frame of reference, but I’m thinking crying during sex is not a good thing.
He falls half onto me, half onto the bed. His heavy arm drapes across my back, and I love the feeling of being trapped by him. Certain there are no stray tears, I turn my face to his. He regards me carefully, like I’ve confused him. He is so handsome, so flawless. His eyes are again brilliant dark blue, and he has the beginnings of stubble, which adds a roughness that would not look out of place on a billboard. His skin sparkles with the sheen of sweat, which lightly covers his body. His full lips give way to a wide smile, which I return.
“Shower?” He doesn’t wait for a response but scoops me up in his arms, walks into the bathroom, and carefully places me on the marble top next to the sinks.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I bounce and try to put my hands underneath my bottom. The surface is freezing.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He quips.
“Yes, but since she doesn’t know who I am most of the time, she doesn’t mind.” Too late I snap my mouth shut. Shit! Where did that come from? Way to unload.
“What?” He widens then narrows his eyes, as I inwardly curse my big fat mouth.
My laugh sounds faked, but I try deflecting all the same. “Nothing, just a really cold surface.” I’m still hopping from one butt cheek to the other, trying to distract him from my comment. “Can I have a bath?” I look longingly at the bathtub. I can’t help being seduced; it is a large oval free-standing white bath with overhanging chrome fittings, and it’s deep. A bath with Daniel wrapped around me, well, that has to be heaven.
“Sure, but no bubbles. I’ll see if there are any salts. It will help with the soreness.” He can’t be saying sweet things like that or calling me baby. It’s confusing as hell and makes my chest tighten. He starts to run the water and the room quickly fills with steam. He comes to stand between my legs and cups my face. I suddenly feel exposed, and my face flushes. “You’re so beautiful when you blush.” He strokes my newly reddened cheeks.
“You are beautiful all the time.” It was his turn to look uncomfortable. I quickly smile, give a slight shrug, and slip off the unit. I slide carefully into the searing hot bath. “Arhhhh. Oh. My. God.” I sink back and let out a dramatic sigh. Daniel climbs in behind me, wrapping his long legs around and over mine.
“Well, I’m jealous of the bath now. I want to be the only one able to make you make that noise.” He sounds disgruntled, and it makes me giggle.
“You are, it’s just I don’t have a bath, haven’t had a bath since I moved out of Sofia’s nearly two years ago. So this is pretty special, but not going to lie, you’re the icing!” I sink into his chest, and he wraps his arms around me and holds my breasts.
“Well, if taking a bath was always like this, I would definitely forgo the shower in favour of these.” He playfully squeezes my nipples, which in turn happily respond, peaking into taut nubs, despite the heat of the bath. I giggle and wriggle my bottom, instantly feeling his erection harden against my back. “You lived with Sofia? What about your family?” I release a deep sigh and close my eyes, as his heavenly hands caress my neck. His strong thumbs press and roll with varying pressure around each vertebra up into my hair.
“I lived with her family for a while. I have some family but you know the saying, you can choose your friends, but you can’t choose …” I can feel him nod. “Well, it’s my mantra. Do you mind if we don’t do the twenty questions thing? This is kind of perfect, and I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Not a problem, it doesn’t matter, anyway.” He lets out a deep sigh and stretches. I frown. I am not sure what he means by that, but I am pleased he doesn’t pursue his questioning. He tilts my head back and begins to scoop warm water from the slowly running tap and wets my hair. His fingernails gently scrape my scalp causing an involuntary tremble, and he begins to massage the shampoo into my hair. He again begins to scoop the clean water to wash out the shampoo, taking extra care that no water runs onto my face. Once he is satisfied I am thoroughly rinsed, he kisses my head, then the spot below my ear, and on to my neck. I slip around to face him. He takes my breath away. His perfect features and his soft sensual mouth looks too tempting. I lean in to kiss his lips, but he shifts, and I find I am placing my feather kisses along his set jaw. I sigh, his skin is warm and slippery. His body glistens with a film of water. I kiss his chest, and I lick the water from his nipple and instantly feel his cock twitch beneath me.
“This is not going to happen, baby.” He half chuckles. “You will be too sore. Besides, it’s already morning, so your night’s up!” I must look confused. “I said I would fuck you all night, so consider yourself fucked.” He slaps my bottom and lifts me from the bath. I am engulfed by the enormous towel he wraps around me, and he methodically dries every inch of my body. Picking me up again, he carries me to the bed and crawls in beside me, pulling me back into his arms. His warm naked body aligned perfectly with mine, a perfect fit. I sigh as he kisses my hair.
“Daniel.” I whisper not sure if he is asleep already.
“Yes.” His voice is soft, and it sounds like it is only a matter of minutes before he is.
“Thank you.” I want to say more, but at the least I want him to hear this.
“Goodnight, Miss Thorne.” I can’t prevent the silent tear, which escapes my eye at the disappointing return of my moniker.