The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

"Yes," I say, mildly. "But what Ross is or isn't is, is of no relevance to me."

"Even though you used to be best friends growing up."

"Which was twelve years ago."

But doesn't feel like Ross and me have been apart at all, we've fallen back in line with each other with such ease. I omit that though.

"And if I said I didn't want you to go ..."

"Well I kind of hoped you wouldn't want me to go but..."

"You'd still go anyway."

"Yes. It's an amazing opportunity for me, Will."

"Hmm." He nods. "So how long would you be gone?"

"The tour's for seven weeks in total, with a two week break after the first three in Europe. Then it's four weeks in the US and Canada, then done."

"So you'll be gone for three weeks to start with." He sounds unhappy.

I nod. "But I will do my best to get home if I can."

"And you've already said you'll definitely do it?"

"Yes. The magazine really needs this. And this is a published book I'm talking about here, writing a book on a band like The Mighty Storm will be huge for my career. It could open up all kinds of doors for me."

"But why ask you? You've never wrote a book before."

Wow, thanks for the support.

"No, but I have been writing for a long time, and there is first time for everything, Will. You know maybe Ross actually thinks my writing is good, and he's a good friend so he thought he'd help me out by giving this opportunity to me. You know supporting me in my career – which was what I was kind of hoping you would do." I drop my fork onto my plate with a clatter.

"Sorry," he backtracks. "I am supportive and I'm pleased for you, it's just a little out of the blue, and I'm sad that I'm going to have to be without you for such a long time."

Sighing, I get up, and walk around to him and sit in his lap. He puts his fork down on his plate and wraps his arms around me.

"The time will fly by, baby," I say, kissing his cheek. "And then I'll be back home and everything will be back to normal. Except I'll be writing a book." I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.

Will touches my face, brushing my hair back. "I am really pleased for you, darling. I'm just going to miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too."

He leans in and presses his lips to mine. He tastes of red wine and lasagne.

I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. I part my lips and his tongue moves in my mouth.

I turn in his lap so I'm straddling him, kissing him still. He groans in my mouth.

Normally when Will makes that sound it really turns me on, but for some reason I don't feel as turned on.

I push myself closer to him, trying to ignite a fire in my belly.

I feel Will get hard beneath me. He puts his hands on my ass, and pulls me hard onto him.

But still nothing is happening for me.

I'm probably just tired, and overwhelmed with everything that's happened over the last few days. I'll get turned on any second now, I'm sure of it.

But I don't feel any different when he's leading me into my bedroom, and undressing me, and making love to me. And I can't for the life of me figure out why not.