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“What happened after the kiss?”
“He pursued me,” I say. “He’d ask me on dates, buy me flowers, take me to the beach to watch the stars. After a few weeks, we did more than kiss, and then we got official. Back then, I wanted to be around him all the time, in his space, near his scent. At first, I thought that was love.”
“What was it?”
“Infatuation. Chemicals in my brain, trying to keep me close for long enough to propagate the species. My body doesn’t understand the concept of birth control. It only feels that drive to fuck.”
“That’s all sex is?” he asks.
“All? No. But that’s a lot of it.”
“Did you feel a drive to fuck him?” he asks.
“At first.”
“And then?”
“Then I didn’t.”
“Why not?” he asks.
“We didn’t want the same things there,” I say.
“What did he want?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “This was plenty of access. You’re going to have to buy me another drink for that one.” I look to the dance floor. Sure enough, the kids in matching collars are still there. This is the perfect place to discuss Stephan. It really is.
“Give me a clue.”
“No. If you want to know, you can buy me a drink, or you can take me to the dance floor. Your call.”
Chapter Ten
River
Even after two drinks, Deanna moves with effortless grace. Every gesture is smooth and subtle. Refined in a way I can’t begin to articulate.
She lifts her glass to her lips and takes a dainty sip. Her wine-stained lipstick stays perfect. Her attention stays on me.
There’s an intensity to her stare, but it no longer feels disarming. She’s not trying to pick me apart. She’s trying to dive deeper, to flip through my pages, read every line.
Why does that sound so fucking dirty?
The vodka is going to my head. Not to mention the jet lag and the wine-red lips.
Deanna Huntington is a beautiful woman. I’m still a man. I still notice.
That’s all it is. A physical, biological reaction. It doesn’t mean I want her.
It means it’s been too long, and I need a solo session when I get home.
I swallow my sip and collect her empty glass.
“One more,” she says. “Then we talk.”
“Who will drive home?” I ask.
“Uber,” she says. “But who’s going to collect Lexi’s car tomorrow?”
