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Me:So we should stop.
Max:Let’s.
Me:After I tell you that the thing you did in the shower... with your hands while I was...
Max:I knew you loved that. ;)
Me:Yeah, I didn’t make it tough to figure out.
Max:I can still hear your voice.
Me:WE SHOULD STOP.
Max:Yeah, I have to go.
I flopped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. Held my phone up in front of my face and texted:Big plans?
Max:No comment.
I giggled again in the darkness of my bedroom like some middle schooler. I couldn’t stop myself from asking:Cold shower? ;)
Max:I SAID NO COMMENT AND I HAVE TO GO. GOOD NIGHT, MISS STEINBECK.
Me:Good night to you, Mr. Parks.
forty
Max
“Guess what?”
I stirred the peppers in the skillet and said into the phone, “Who is this?”
“Shut up, smart-ass, and guess what I got for us?”
I turned my head so my neck cracked as I shook some fajita seasoning onto the veggies. I’d been in client meetings all day (my least favorite part of my job) and it was already six p.m., so I was starving and exhausted.
Especially since her sexting had done quite a number on my brain.
I’d damn near wrecked the rent-a-bike when she texted me about the mirror, because fuck, I thought about it obsessively. It haunted me. The sight of naked Sophie, lost in passion and so gorgeous it hurt, meeting my gaze and not looking away as I came apart inside her body—yeah, I couldn’t get the vision out of my head.
I asked, “What did you get for us?”
I gave the peppers another stir before dumping them into my rice bowl. As I carried my dinner to the breakfast bar, she said, “I got us a wedding!”
“What does that mean?” I asked, sitting down on a stool and grabbing the kitchen remote, wondering what games were on.
“A gig,” she said proudly. “I actually scored us an objector gig.”
“Well, look at you,” I teased, scrolling to ESPN. “Such a big girl.”
“Right?”
“So tell me all about it.” I turned on the Cubs game but muted the sound, way more interested in listening to Sophie than I was the announcers. It felt like my interest in her was getting out of hand, but I had no plans to dial it back. I just liked her too much.
I asked, “How the hell did this happen, by the way?”
“Through Larry, of all people.” She started talking about how Larry’s sister’s nephew was getting married next weekend, but he’d confided that he knew his fiancée was cheating but couldn’t call it off.
