Alyssa
“I need details,” Brandi whined while driving down the road. “I’m a married woman, Alyssa. I need to live vicariously through your love life.”
“We watched Scott Pilgrim, got a little tipsy, and then… it just happened.”
She let out an exasperated sound. “You already said that. What I need are details. Who kissed who first?”
“He kissed me,” I said. “But I sort of pulled him toward me, because I was trying to grab the last piña colada.”
“Fighting over a drink. The sexiest of foreplay.”
“I’m not going to give you details if you make fun of me!”
“Sorry, sorry. Then what happened?”
“I’m entirely too sober for this conversation,” I said with a laugh. “Ask me again tonight when we’ve finished a bottle of wine.”
Before Brandi could complain more, my phone chimed. “Is that him?” she asked.
“Actually, yes,” I said, smiling in spite of myself. “Hold on while I text him back. And no, I’m not going to narrate the entire conversation to you.”
“Let the record show that I predicted all of this when you went back to his place,” Brandi muttered, but I was already tuning her out and focusing on my phone.
Liam: Morning, gorgeous. Just wanted to say again how much fun I had last night.
Me: You said that this morning when you dropped me off ;-)
Liam: You might’ve forgotten since then. I don’t know how good your memory is. Also, it’s worth repeating.
Me: In that case, let me repeat that I thoroughly enjoyed our date too, even though neither of us intended for it to be a real date in the first place!
Liam: Cheers to being pleasantly surprised!
Liam: I also wanted to be transparent about everything. You said you’re only in town for a week or two, so it’s probably best if last night is the only time this happens. Don’t want to catch feelings or anything. Thoughts?
The message stung, but only a little. What he said made sense. If Liam lived in New York, I definitely would have been interested in seeing him again, but he lived here in Clearwater. A long-distance relationship was the absolutely last thing I wanted to do.
“Uh oh,” Brandi said. “Bad news?”
“Expected news,” I replied.
Me: Totally agree. Last night was perfect. Trying to extend it might ruin things.
Liam: Well said. There’s no sequel to the Mona Lisa, after all.
Me: Are you saying last night was the Mona Lisa of one-night stands?
Liam: That does sound like awfully high praise. I retract my comparison.
Me: Leonardo would totally have painted a sequel if he knew the Mona Lisa would be so popular. Sequels are huge these days.
Liam: Mona Lisa Two: Electric Boogaloo
Me: 2 Mona 2 Lisa
Liam: I’m sure that’s a clever pop culture reference, but I don’t get it.
Me: The Fast and the Furious sequel! It’s called 2 Fast 2 Furious. It was very witty.