I make a face. “Well, when you put it like that... Yikes.”
Talia laughs. “Come on, little sister. You and I both need to blow off some steam. We are kid-free tonight, let’s not waste it.”
“Okay,” I say, grinning. “Okay, fine. We’ll go out.”
“Whoop! Okay! So, there’s a bottle of white wine chilling in the fridge. Let’s get dressed, then we’ll pregame here, then we’ll Uber to a club one of my work friends told me about. You don’t know who’s following you home.”
I shake my head and go into my room, then turn back around to catch my sister before she heads to her own room to get ready.
“Tal,” I say. “It would be weird to bring someone back here.”
She pokes her head into the room I share with my five-year-old.
Not exactly a dream setup. Sure, I have the bigger bedroom, but there’s still a twin bed across from mine, decked out in dinosaur sheets and a one-eyed stuffed turtle slumped against the pillow.
It’s… less than ideal. And yeah, it’s starting to feel a little weird, but that’s a problem for future me.
Thecurrentproblem is that I cannot bring a man home and expect anything remotely sexy to happen with a T. rex blanket staring him down. It would be a total mood-buster.
She pushes her lips to one side while she considers. “Well, you could ride him on the couch, then kick him out?”
I make a face. “Oh, great idea. And what about you? I’m just going to have sex on the couch, and you’ll wander out to grab a glass of water? No big deal?”
“We’ll figure it out if it gets that far; how about that?”
I nod and let out a long breath.
It’s true, I haven’t exactly been rolling in orgasms lately.
The spell has beenprettydry.
And yeah, part of me wants a distraction.
But the idea of hooking up with some random guy feels off.
Especially now that Liam is in the same city, just a few miles away.
We’re not together. I remind myself of that.
It doesn’t matter.
My body never got the memo.
Because ever since he reappeared… my nights have gotten dangerously vivid.
Memory turning into fantasy.
Fantasy turning into need.
The way he used to whisper my name.
And God help me… the way he used to wreck me in bed.
Yeah. I’ve been thinking about him a lot.
But fine. Whatever.
Maybe a distraction is exactly what I need.
