Melissa
AND SO IT BEGINS.
The goalposts move from playing with myself in Alexander Henley’s dirty sheets to playing with him in them.
After the accident I couldn’t imagine myself ever making plans again, ever using my brain again, not properly.
I was living for Joseph and that was fine. I didn’t want anything else. I couldn’t do anything else.
My dreams of being a lawyer were crushed into oblivion. But not my dreams of Alexander Henley. The fantasy of a life in the arms of the man I’ve been fascinated by for all those years held strong.
And now here I am. So close. So very close.
I’ll be a whole lot closer if I manage to pull off my crazy scheme.
It is crazy. It’s so crazy I should probably never speak it out loud, not to Dean and not even to myself.
But I’ll have to because I’ll
