I’m in the dark
Carson
Haha I got all excited for nothing
I get another text on Saturday morning from Charleston.
Carson
Remember those times we spent all day in bed eating and watching movies and fucking? I wanna do that again.
I press my fingers to my mouth. I do remember those times. Not only watching movies and eating and fucking… We’d also be talking and laughing our asses off. I want that back, too.
Ayla
I remember
He says he’s been doing a lot of thinking. So have I.
Rachel and I meet Saturday afternoon at the venue where the huge antique and art show is being held in Lenox Hill. I wait on the sidewalk for her until she arrives, rushing up with her caramel-blonde hair blowing in the breeze and her signature bright-red lips shining in the sun.
I glare at her.
Her red mouth bunches into a sad pucker. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”
I sigh. “You shouldn’t have interfered with us.”
She grimaces. “I’m sorry.”
“What were you were thinking?”
She rolls her lips in and drops her eyes. “Okay. I was thinking that you’re still in love with Carson and this might be a last chance to make you two talk to each other before you can legally get divorced.”
“Why did you think I still love him?”
She sighs. “You talk about him all the time. When we ran into him that night, you were so dejected about seeing him with another woman. And when we were talking, you both kept sneaking longing looks at each other.”
“I was not. And I don’t think he was either.”
“Oh yeah, you both were.” She shrugs. “Am I right, though?”
“Dammit, Rachel.”
She preens.
“Okay, it might have been a dumb idea, but yes, I do still love Carson. And we… well, we’re still attracted to each other, obviously.”
“Did something more happen than just sharing a bed?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets and she squeals. “Tell me!”
“Let’s go in.”
We’ve purchased tickets so we just show our phones and head inside.
“Where to first?” Rachel asks.
