Chapter 3 Episode 3

LOVE BEYOND

WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN

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CHAPTER 3

Have you informed Richard of our departure?"

Ivan, who's driving us this time, nods. "Yes, sir. He is aware."

"On a scale of one to ten, how riled is he?"

"Ten, sir."

Henry laughs, leaning his head back against the seat. "Thank you, Ivan."

"Sir."

Henry reaches forward, pressing a button and the divider comes up blocking us from their sight. I'm resting my head against the hard edge of the window, exhausted. This has definitely been a night to remember.

"Mia."

I open my eyes, sleepily, looking to him. He smiles, softly. "You're exhausted."

He reaches out, clasping my hand. I don't resist when he pulls me to him. He's much more comfortable than the window. I scoot towards him, resting my cheek against his shoulder. A smile covers my face when he swings my legs over his thighs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

I reach out, wrapping my arm around his stomach, breathing in deeply. Even after all the driving, sleeps in the grass, the dips in the lake, he still smells good. I close my eyes, relaxing as he rests his lips against my hair.

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"Mia."

Hearing my name, I sit up straight from slumber. "What?"

"We're near the Opera House. Where are you staying?"

I rub my eyes, tiredly. "Um, the small hotel by St. Paul's."

He nods, pressing the button opposite of the divider.

"Sir?"

"King's Inn, Ivan."

He lets go of the button. I smile at him, shaking my head.

"I told you I was terrible at road trips."

"I find it very therapeutic when you sleep on me," he says, humming. "I like it."

I reach down for my bags. "Did I talk this time?"

He shakes his head, rubbing my back gently. "No, I was waiting for it though."

I chuckle, glancing back at him. Even unkempt, he looks stunning. "So, look... I don't want you to- um- think that-"

He smiles, pressing his finger to my lips. "Don't."

I raise a brow, feeling the car stop to a halt. He pulls his hand back, leaning forward. He clasps my neck with a sure grip. "I'm seeing you again, Mia."

I'm relieved, no doubt about it. I'm sure it shows. He kisses me, deeply, hand tangled in my hair. I pull back quickly, nodding, trying to breathe normally.

"We'll be in touch," he murmurs, as I grasp my things, reaching for the door. I look back at him, smirking.

" Henry ," I utter, as a parting to him. He grins.

"Mia."

To be continue