Chapter 251: Saviours, Part 9

James

After some while of quite simply wallowing in the mood, “Want to eat?” I ask.

“Sure,” says Michael. “Charlotte?”

“Ah-ha,” she stretches, arching her spine, wriggling her fingers. “Sounds good.”

“Fine. You two shower off. I’ll go order. Any preferences?”

Michael waves a couldn’t-give-a-damn hand at me. “Whatever you’re having.”

“Me too.”

I slip on a robe and go order steak and steamed vegetables for three, then as an afterthought….

…. We’re celebrating….

…. go for the full works with a spiced chowder starter and a chocolate and bitter orange pudding I saw being served a few nights ago. It looked as you could eat it, but having done so, Satan would be entitled to your soul….

Just the thing….

Food ordered I head for the shower myself. There’s no sound of running water. Instead, the two of them, dripping and naked except for towels are locked in a tight embrace. He rocks her in circles as he holds her close.

I step back, not wanting to interrupt the moment….