Eventually the pizzas were ready. John paid and got back on the road. The last five kilometres to get to Mitch seemed the longest of all. But even though he was tempted to put his foot down, John didn’t, as he needed to get there in one piece. One lover had already died on Mitch; John wasn’t going to be the second.
Finally the turn off for the cottages came into view. Driving along the rutted track felt like coming home. John realised he must be tired, because he couldn’t sense Mitch’s presence, something he’d gotten quite good at in recent weeks. Mitch had said that it might be something Ben had gifted him with. John wasn’t so certain, but the fact he could normally sense when his lover was close gave him a huge amount of comfort. That was another reason why he’d cut his time in London short. He missed Mitch’s mental presence just as much as he did the physical.
“What are you doing here?” Morwenna asked, rushing up to John, a troubled expression on her face.