Behind The Scenes

45. Hero

Four days later.

"Honey, you ready?" Jo calls me from the bathroom, she has just finished brushing her teeth and is arranging the beauty to put it in the suitcase.
"Yes, I just closed the trolley," I inform her as I cross the corridor.
She is wearing makeup...
"You don't need to wear makeup," I tell her and run a hand through my hair, shaking my head.
"Yes, who's coming to pick us up at the airport?"
"My mother with Mercy, or my brother... whichever comes first," I shrug.
"Exactly, if your mother comes, I want to make a good first impression. Even if she knows me for the person who made you suffer, it doesn't matter."
But that's not true... well, I don't know.
"It's useless for you to say that it's not like that and that she thinks I'm a very good girl, because you don't even know what she thinks," she says, putting the mascara in her makeup bag.
I sigh, proving her right.
My mother basically knows her for the girl who made me suffer, but it's really just my fault that I suffered like that. But she also knows that Jo is very important to me, that she has earned a place inside me and that my heart will always belong to her. I hope my mom will be able to see with her eyes how happy I am with her, and how much I have changed thanks to her.
Few, before her, have managed to earn a place in my heart, only my closest friends and my family; she has gained all the space left from the first moment our eyes met and I heard her laugh. She deserves it, more than anyone else.
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We arrived at the airport, we have already checked in and checked. Before heading to our gate we decide to take a tour of the shops.
"Will you come with me to Victoria's Secret or will I see you at Tommy Hilfiger's?" she asks as soon as she sees the sign of one of his favorite shops.
I decide to go with her.
We go into that store so pink it makes me sick and Jo leaves her trolley in custody. She begins to observe everything: pajamas, tank tops, slippers, panties, bras...
"What do you think of this?" she says as she shows me a set of black lace underwear.
Well... fuck.
It would be so exciting if I saw her in that suit that I would instantly come into my trousers.
"Then?" she snaps her fingers in front of my face to wake me up from the dirty thoughts I was having.
"Well... nice," I just say.
"You're not convinced," she tilts her head to one side.
"Shit, you know me so well," I giggle, licking my lower lip and shakes my head.
"Okay, I'll take it," she finally decides. "But I'll try it on first."
No no...
"Well, then I'll wait for you at Hilfiger," I hand her trolley and go.
Better to escape from too much... sensuality.
I'm so crazy about her that I even feel ridiculous and laugh to myself, but really, I couldn't be impassive seeing her with that stuff on her.
I pass Bvlgari but I don't stop, I already have too many perfumes, so I go straight to Hilfiger. I also have too many clothes... I need some new boxers too...
What is this stuff?
"Excuse me, do you no longer have classic boxers, or do you only have these?"
"I'm afraid we only have these, but they are very similar to the classic ones. Try them on, what size do you wear?" the shop assistant asks.
I tell her the size and enter the dressing room. I try them on top of the ones I already wear, I wouldn't want to put on the boxer that someone has already put on their cock, so.
"Hero!" Jo exclaims opening a crack in the dressing room curtain.
"Oh God!" I jump, I'm scared.
"Wow, I mean, you have to get them, absolutely," she says firmly, studying my nice ass.
"Nice, isn't it?"
"What?"
"My little ass, right?" I giggle.
"Oh, stop it. Hurry up," and she walks away.
I decide to take two pairs, they fit me well.
We leave the store and pop into Starbucks, I'm hungry...
Did we have to take the 8:08 pm flight? Yes.
My phone rings.
"Mom."
"Sweetie, are you okay? Are you embarking?"
"No mom. I already told you that the flight is at 8:08 pm, in theory. We will arrive tomorrow morning," I inform her.
"Okay, be careful."
"Yes, bye," and I hang up.
Sometimes my mom worries too much about me, but I appreciate that.
"How cute," Jo says after taking a sip of coffee.
"Who?"
"Your mother," she chuckles.
"Mhm, she may be," I tell her, holding her thigh.
She looks at me and smiles.
I don't believe we'll go to London together...