The chef arrives to make us breakfast, as Miles thinks we require a little more than eggs on our last day. He’s a tall, red-faced man with enormous ears, who says little but produces a hearty meal to sustain us on the journey home. It’s only when our bags are at the door and we’re upstairs wait...
I’m in pitch blackness, my body is stiff on the hard wooden planks, and I’m freezing despite my jacket and the pungent sleeping bag tightly wrapped around me. I’m moaning with the pain in my chest, a throbbing ache that feels as though someone is continually squeezing me tight, homing in on the t...
The atmosphere between us has become highly charged. I can feel electrical currents of desire zipping over me, flicking out to the zones of my body that most long for Miles’s touch: my lips, my nipples and my sex. My breath is coming fast now and my chest is rising and falling quickly as I try to...
My phone is dead. It’s long since run out of power and I haven’t charged it. I’m curiously calm as I sit down on the sofa and plug my phone in. So it’s over. There will be a million things to think about soon, but before then I can only think over and over of my friend and the fact that he’s gone...
It feels like an age before I hear the door open but the sound of the hinges and a gust of cooler air make me aware that Miles has come in. At least, I hope it’s Miles. I can’t see a thing with this blindfold on. I make an effort to calm myself. There isn’t anyone else it could be. Of course it’s...