I wanted to call out to him. But I could only watch him walk away up the stairs, leaving me sitting on my knees on the settee, my panties wet, my body aching for his touch, my heart pounding with desire unfulfilled. I held my face in my hands for a long time but did not cry.

I walk into the changing room, a group of four women are taking up spaces near me, getting ready for a swim. What would they think if they knew my secret? I can honestly say I don't care. They don't understand what I have with Josh, probably never could fathom our perfect bond....