Page 64 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

Porter seemed to think about his answer for a moment. “I’m a little nervous about traveling to a new country for the first time, but I think I’m mostly excited.”

“I’m excited that they agreed to let you come with me and take us onto the show as a package deal.”

“Me too,” he said, kissing my lips again as he reached for the body wash on the shelf behind me. “We still have a couple days to explore before the contract starts, right?” He soaped up the loofah and started to clean me off, beginning at my neck and down my chest and abs.

“Yeah. We have six days, actually. Well, five if you count the 14-hour flight.”

“Mom texted me this morning to have a good flight. She thought we left today.”

“That was nice of her,” I replied, lathering my hair with shampoo as Porter continued to meticulously clean every inch of my skin with the sudsy sponge. I leaned back and let the spray wash over my head and rinse the shampoo out. “Any word from your dad?”

“Nope. Mom keeps saying that he needs some time to wrap his head around all of this, but the problem is, I don’t careif he comes around or not. I’m perfectly satisfied with my decisions, and it’s on him whether he wants a relationship or not. I am happy my mom’s coming around, though. That was unexpected.”

“They seem like good people, Porter. Misguided, for sure, but they love you.”

“And I love you, Mr. International Porn Star.”

“We’re not international,yet,”I reminded him.

“I don’t know about that,” he countered. “We’ve got over 60 people from outside the U.S. that subscribe on OnlyFans. And I have a feeling that, after this pilgrim show, we’ll have a lot more.”

I rinsed off as Porter made quick work of scrubbing himself down, and I stepped out of the shower to give him room to rinse.

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked.

Porter turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Well, we’ve hit all the New York City staples. Pizza, Chinese food, bodega deli sandwiches, bagels for breakfast.”

I sighed. “I’m kinda wiped. We’ve been walking around this city for three days, and you just fucked the last bit of energy out of me.”

“Do you want to just lay in bed naked in front of the television and order room service?” he suggested.

I sighed happily. “Ugh, that sounds amazing!”

“Then you got it, my love. Go find us something to watch, and I’ll start going through the food menus.”

I walked back into the main room of our hotel suite and flopped down on top of the bed. As I stared up at the high ceiling, I sent off a silent prayer that I would maintain this exact feeling for the rest of my life.

“Thank you for bringing us together,” I whispered. It didn’t matter who was listening. It was the message that counted.

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