Chapter Seventy-Four. Personal Celebrations.
Hannah’s Point of View.
Sitting her in the Old Vic, surrounded by family, friends, and work colleagues I feel a sense of completeness. Almost like a tiny jigsaw piece, that I never realised was missing has snapped into place, and now the picture of my life is complete, and different to what I had presumed it to be.
Del sits beside me, his arm draped around my body, as we chat happily to James Clarkson. His fingers trail up and down my arm, the sparks all consuming, causing my arousal to flow freely, as I feel my cheeks begin to heat. Thankfully, humans cannot smell what is going on in my knickers, however, I doubt they have to, as the goosebumps where my mate’s fingers trail, the dilation of my eyes and the flush of my skin are giving me a
