Gretchen sighs audibly. “That’s so romantic.”
“It’s fucking sexy is what it is,” Claudia says.
I laugh. “Yeah.” I sigh at the recollection of him shirtless at his piano, the curves of his back and the tattoos on his shoulders.
“So tell us about him,” Claudia says. “We want to know all there is to know.”
“Well, he’s pretty private,” I explain. “So even I don’t know that much… he used to work as a waiter, he studied at Juilliard, he likes James Patterson novels, he has an amazing vinyl collection… and he has tattoos on his shoulders.”
“Sexy,” Mischa chimes in. “What are they? The tattoos?”
I smile, remembering my fingers tracing the designs. “One is a music note, and the other is the letter E.” I still wonder about the E, and what it could mean.
“Does he have any brothers and sisters?” Claudia asks. “Where is he from? What’s his sign?”
I shift a bit, slightly ill-at-ease. Should I know all this? I probably should. “He has a brother, but he hasn’t said anything about him, or his parents, and he’s from Chicago… I’m not sure when his birthday is.”
“Well, let’s hope he’s a Scorpio,” Claudia is quick to add. “Scorpios are super intense and dynamite in bed.”
Well, he definitely is that… intense and dynamite in bed.
I reach for my cup of tea, thankful to be surrounded by my friends. Yes, they’re all very nosy, but I couldn’t live without them.
