“So, you really, really,reallydon’t remember that kiss?” He sounded coy.
“No. I really wish I did though.” Judging by all the marks we’d left all over each other’s bodies, it must have been one passionate kiss!
“You’re the first person I’ve kissed since my breakup,” he said almost under his breath as if I wasn’t meant to hear it.
I picked up another pastry and popped it into my mouth. “Thanks for those pills, I already feel better.”
“Sure. What are doctor friends for, if not free pills?” He reached over and gestured to one of my pastries. “Do you mind?” he asked politely before taking it.
I shook my head silently as he took the food and popped it into his mouth.
“So about last night,” he said, some powdered sugar sticking to the side of his face. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Yes?” I asked tentatively.
“Well, we both felt better for the burn, baby, burn thing.” He paused and raised a brow at me, as if waiting for me to agree with him.
“True. And?” I said, urging him to continue.
“I was thinking, why don’t we go through the list together? Why don’t we do all the things on that list and get over our exes?”
“You’re serious?”
He looked at me blankly, matter-of-factly. “Very.”
“Nope.” I shook my head right back. “That’s just, just . . .” I searched for the right word, “silly!” Was that really theonlyword my writer brain could think of?
“But doing one made us both feel better, what about the others? Maybe if we go through them all, we’ll be over them by the end of it.” He folded his arms and sat back in his seat.
“I’m leaving tomorrow for South Africa, though.”
“Postpone the flight.”
“I have work,” I moaned.
“The G-spot is not going anywhere soon, as you pointed out last night. And if you stay, I’ll tell you about a whole other spot that you can write about if you like.”
“I’d rather not learn about any more spots, thanks. We women have enough already.”
“Oh, this isn’t a women spot!” He grinned at me. “I’ll even let you quote me in your groundbreaking article that shall revolutionize the sex lives of all couples in the world.”
“I don’t want to know about that,” I said, trying not to imagine where this spot was, although I had a pretty good idea already.
“Come on,” he urged, reaching over and grabbing both of my hands. “Say yes like you did last night.”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head.
“You’ve got nothing to lose,” he said with a huge smile.Wow.He really did have the kind of smile that could knock a woman off her seat. He let go of my hands and then got up. “Think about it, Val,” he said and started walking away. “And if you change your mind, I’m in room ten.”
“Where are you going now?” I called after him.
“Shopping for new clothes.” He gestured to the Metallica shirt he was wearing and I gave a visible cringe. And then he exited the dining room with one last wave at me. I stared after him in thought.
I couldn’t, could I?
I sat at the edge of the beach where the grass met the sand, looking out over the sea. The sand was fine and powdery white. The beach was dotted with palm trees, as one would expect for such tropical surroundings.
Could I really stay and work my way through a “getting over your ex” list with a man I didn’t even know?I grabbed some sand and opened my hand, letting it run through my fingers and fall back down to the ground. I didn’t really have anything to rush home to, and I was definitely going to have to move when I got back, what with Matt and Sam living next door. The idea of going back didn’t exactly appeal to me, but the idea of going through a breakup list with someone just seemed so bizarre.
