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Heath raises his eyebrows. “She hasn’t done it before?”
Josh is still looking at me when he shakes his head. “No, but she’ll love it. I’ve been holding back on purpose.” He pauses. “Want to see some piss play with me and the Count, Ella?”
“Yes,” I reply, without so much as batting an eyelid. Then I down the rest of my wine. “Too right I do.”
“We’d better get to it, then,” Heath says, but then he holds up a finger. “But first, let’s get prepared.”
He disappears into the kitchen, and I don’t even know what to say to Josh. He’s been leaving me hanging for ages, hinting that we’d be hitting this kink when the time was right… and now I know why.
Heath appears with three pint glasses in his hands, filled to the brim with water.
“Is one for me?” I ask.
“Depends if you want to spectate or join in,” Heath says as he puts the glasses on the coffee table.
It’s another easy decision. I grab my glass and glug it back like I’m parched. I smack my lips when I’m done.
“I knew you’d be keen,” Josh says, then downs his in one long draw.
He has no fucking idea.
“And another wine,” Heath says and fills our glasses.
It still feels like I’m in some strange fantasy dream, naked and clinking glasses with a superstar.
“To the best golden showers!” my TV hero says and both me and Josh give a cheers.
How fucking surreal.
“Back in a minute,” Heath says and collects up the pint glasses.
“This is surreal.” I voice my thoughts to Josh.
“Surreal and beautiful,” he says and cups my face in his hands before kissing me.
I’m sucking the wine from his tongue when Heath returns with the pint glasses refilled.
“We always have two pints,” Heath says, passing out the glasses, “but if it’s too much for you, just drink what you can. Don’t go puking on the rug.”
His smile is warm as I take my glass from him.
“Thanks,” I say, “promise I won’t puke.”
It takes me four swallows to finish the whole pint while Heath tops up the wine again.
I shake my head no when he gestures to my wine glass. My head is already spinning enough.
Heath and Josh clink glasses. “Noroc!” Heath says and they knock their wine back in one go.
“You’ve said that before,” I say to Heath, “in the show before you drank a glass of blood.”
“I did indeed,” Heath says, licking his wine-red lips. “It’s Romanian for cheers.”
“Will you say it when you piss on me?” I ask, feeling a cocky wine glow.
“But of course, sweet curva,” Heath says and bows his head to me.
I look at him blankly.
