So there's two chapters left after this one then it's done. Sorry. But all good things come to an end, right? Here's this chapter.
Sherlock? One question before you do whatever it is instead of sleep, answer this: When you kissed me with
such passion on your door-step tonight, did you want me to come up to your flat? I would have said yes. God
knows, I would have said yes, really!
Really?! John, it was an overwhelming evening just because we met up. Sleep well, my love. I'm off for now. I'll
try to sleep and dream of you.
Sleep well, Sherlock. Oh! I just wanted to point out that you never once mentioned Mary tonight. Good night,
love.
John
Good morning, my love. You didn't mention her, either, I noticed. She's your concern, not mine. Or maybe, it
doesn't matter now, considering that she knows all about us now. The only thing I'm not certain of is how to
interpret a 'Partnership of convenience'. Maybe the only way to preserve this feeling, this sence of riding a
seventh wave, is if we stop talking or writing about it from now on.
Love Sherlock
Dear Sherlock, I know you don't want to write about it but I've got a is it you want?
You.
What you do mean? Do you mean you want to keep messaging with this "you"? Or keep "you" as your point of
contact? Admiring you? Kissing you?
Everything you. Now I've got to ask you one thing: Would you divorce Mary?
No.
What did you guys think? I'll post the next chapter on Friday. Till then, hope you enjoy it!