I made a face, gathered our glasses and the empty bottle, and headed for the kitchen.
“More wine?” I called over my shoulder.
“Let’s mix it up,” she said. “There’s sangria in the fridge.”
I snorted laughter as she shouted that she’d be right back, she was going to check the mailbox.
As I headed back to the living room with two glasses of sangria, I could see Addie standing stock still in the entryway, staring down at something in her hands.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
She walked to me, took the glass from my hand, and held out a magazine. Frowning, I stared at her for a moment and then looked at what she was holding out.
And there we were. Me and Graham. On the cover of Vogue magazine.
And we looked hot as fuck.
“Figure out your shit, Lior,” Addie said. “Or I will never let you live down letting that one go.”
She sank onto the sofa and took a long drink of her sangria.
“Now, give it back,” she said. “I need to see what you two got up to.”
We sat side-by-side, slowly taking in each photograph, me telling her details from the moment, her threatening to take the spread to bed with her. When we got to the last one, she flipped back to the beginning, taking them all in again while I sat beside her, remembering every second of how it had felt to touch him that day. And how it had felt to touch him more intimately later.
My body and soul ached for him.
“Hey,” I said, getting to my feet. “I think I’m going to make an early night of it. Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night after you get off work?”
“Of course.”
She was looking at me with concern but I waved her off.
“I’m okay,” I said. “Just a lot on my mind and those pictures are painful to look at right now.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, closing the magazine.
“No. It’s okay. You have at it. I just can’t anymore.” I went around the back of the couch and landed a kiss on the top of her head. “If you take it to bed with you, please feel free not to tell me.”
“You’re no fun.”
In the morning Addie found me sitting at the kitchen island with my laptop in front of me and a notebook open beside it.
“Forgot to do your homework last night?” she asked. “I’m telling mom.”
I stuck my tongue out at her.
I could feel her watching me as she went about making toast and pouring herself a cup of coffee from the pot I’d made.
“So whatcha doin’ over there,” she asked, standing across from me at the kitchen island.
“Real estate homework.”
“Oh yeah?” She rounded the island and sidled up next to me and looked at the list I’d made. “These all look promising.” She picked up my pencil and started crossing things off. “Except that one and that one and… that one.”
“Hey!” I said, laughing and taking the pencil away.
“They’re too far from me.”
