I could see him in his hotel room, sprawled out on that beautiful bed, his glorious body right there. Dammit I'd missed a lot being in the fucking elevator. “And how about now? Are you close?”
“Very.”
I decided that I had to help him along. My body was getting fitful and I couldn't wait much longer. I wanted that peak as bad as anything I'd ever wanted. I needed it. “Are you thinking about fucking me?”
“I’m thinking about bending you over the couch and holding your hair in my hand. I'm thinking about making you mine.”
That was it. The proverbial dam broke. Judging by the noises Eamon was making on the other end of the line, he'd gotten his happily ending as well. I began my eventual descent back down to earth, but Eamon's voice was buoying me, keeping me in that place where everything is blurry, but you absolutely don't care.
“Everything all right?” he asked.
“Yes. Very. Can you give me a minute to run to the bathroom?”
“You could just put me on speaker.”
“I don't want you listening to me pee.”
“There was a time when there were no secrets between us, remember? I knew absolutely everything about you.”
Almost everything.“Fine. Suit yourself.” I hoisted myself out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt from my dresser and stumbled into the bathroom, nearly like I was drunk. I placed my phone on the edge of the sink and pressed the speaker button. “You there?”
“Just barely. But yeah.”
I pulled the t-shirt on over my head, laughing to myself. As insatiable as he could be, he was also the guy who crashed after sex. “I hear you. I think I'll sleep well, which will be a nice change of pace. I haven't been sleeping well at all lately.” I muted my phone and flushed the toilet. I didn't need to let him heareverything.
“Too much on your mind?”
“I’m just not used to being alone. That's all. I haven't lived by myself in years.”
“But I'll be there soon. I don't want to invite myself, but I'm hoping I can stay with you.”
This was all too surreal, the casual admission that Eamon was really, truly going to come back into my life. “Of course you can. I'd actually sort of assumed that you would.”
“Good. Because it'll be far less fun if I'm staying in a hotel.”
“Something tells me you'd just end up staying over anyway.” That was exactly what happened in Ireland. Once we'd had one night together, neither of us ever wanted to be apart.
“Won't be long now. Only a few more more days.”
I ran some hot water in the sink and washed my hands, then grabbed a washcloth to clean my face, only glancing at the mirror to make sure I got the mascara. “How long do you think you'll be able to stay?”
“Of course, it depends on how long you want me, but it'd be great if I could just stay. Until we decide what we want to do.”
I turned off the water and left the mirror foggy from the steam. I didn't need to see my rosy afterglow. I could feel it. “So, indefinitely?”
“Uh, yeah. But only if that works. I'm back November fifth. My daughter and my ex are coming to New York for a few days about a week later. I'd love for you to meet them. And for you to be able to spend some time with Fiona. She'll love you.”
It wasn't Fiona I was worried about. I wasn't sure how I felt about meeting Rachel, his ex-wife, the woman who ultimately replaced me. But I'd have been lying if I'd said I wasn't curious to see what was there, to at least paint in that part of his past. I'd constructed a lot of backstory in my head about them years ago, all in an attempt to convince myself of the reasons Eamon and I were not meant to be together. But I had no idea if any of it was even remotely true.
“I’d love to meet Fiona and Rachel. It's Rachel, right?” I knew damn well his wife's name. Why I was pretending to possibly not know was beyond me.
“Yeah. They've moved to the states full time. They're living in Philadelphia now. Rachel got remarried six months ago.”
The puzzle was starting to come together. “Were you thinking of moving here, too?”
“Why? Does that make you nervous?”
Hell yes, it made me nervous. The long-distance thing had been one of my outs. “I’m just trying to understand what your plan is, Eamon.”
