Chapter Eighty-Two.

Nothing meant an intense sexual encounter than a pair of backs breaking through the front door. The sound of muffled moans and groans, alongside chitters from the clothes between the two of them echoed through the entire room as Joan halted for one second.

Her hands had shut the door behind her and Theo was already halfway down his jacket. She was breathless against his lips, in the impulse of the former second, deciding to follow him into his house rather than Freddie’s.

Her cheeks were red and hot and his was sharp and shimmering with sweat. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His chest rose and fell and his hoarse voice pierced deeply through her hair. She didn’t know the answer to his question, she doubted she really wanted to do this because it was not even something she went on end planning.

But did she need to do this? Yes, Joan needed this. Perhaps for old times sake or just do rid her mind of all the anxiety poisons that sprung from the thoughts of Ivan and Freddie and life