Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Kama Sutra,” she says, smiling, and I laugh out loud. Heads turn to me and someone shushes me.
“I mean with words in it.”
“The Kama Sutra has words in it.” She winks at me and laughs quietly, and I know at that moment with her looking at me like that, I’m not in this alone. I just have to show her. And I’m going to love every single moment of it.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Vivienne
“I’ve never been friends with a man before,” I say, taking a drink of my wine as we eat dinner. We spent the day walking through the library slowly, almost like snails. He would reach for the same book as me just so our hands could touch. Or he would touch me ever so gently that by the time I look at where I felt the touch, he was gone. It was driving me insane.
When he didn’t call me for a week, it was almost like I knew he was moving on in a way. I would wonder if he was with his girlfriend, or if he had a date, and no matter how many times it made me sick to think about, I knew I didn’t have a right to.
“Like ever?” he asks me, grabbing a french fry and eating it. “You are friends with Matthew and Max?”
“Well, yes, but …” I try to gather up my words and not think about his mouth and the ways he used to make me scream with it. “Matthew is like my brother, and Max is a brother-in-law of sorts.”
He nods, grabbing his glass of water and drinking some of it. “Apparently, there are a lot of people who stay friends with their exes,” I tell him, and then he looks at me and laughs.
“How do you know that?” he asks, and I almost let it slip that I posted about it.
“I googled it,” I tell him. “Although I have to say it did say no.”
He laughs now, and I want to keep that smile on his face for the rest of the night if I can. “What? It’s not funny. Look,” I say, taking out my phone and typing it in. “Most men do not view friendships the same way as women do.” I put the phone down and put up my hands. “I didn’t say it. Google did.”
“Well, I’m friends with many women,” he says, and I try not to let it bother me because who cares. You do, my inner voice almost yells it. “So I know it can happen.”
“Well, I’m glad we’re friends,” I tell him. “How is it being on the road?” I ask him, taking a bite of my chicken.
“It sucks, but it’s part of the job. Luckily, we’re here for Halloween,” he says, taking a bite of his own fish.
“Are you going to the monster mash up or whatever it is?” I ask him and wonder if he’ll bring a date.
“No,” he says right away. “I don’t do those things.”
“But you have to show up,” I tell him.
“No, I don’t,” he says. “I already declined the invitation, and it’s not mandatory. The only thing I will do is the hospital visits with the kids.”
“Yeah, that is one I never miss,” I tell him.
“I know,” he says, and I look at him. “Not going to lie, it was one of the reasons I went in the first place, and then it just was the right thing to do.”
“You went for me?” I ask, shocked in a way.
“Vivienne, you know I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he says, chewing. “This isn’t surprising to you.”
“I know,” I say, looking down at my meal. “It’s just, I didn’t know.”
He shrugs and laughs. “Not something I announced to the world.”
I don’t say anything because I can’t. I want to tell him that I want to go home with him. I want to wake up with him tomorrow and then have dinner tomorrow night. “How is your chicken?” he asks, and I just nod at him.
“Great. Good,” I say, and then for the rest of the meal, I’m quieter than normal, but I’m blaming the wine when I finally walk into my house and walk to the kitchen and see that the fish is still moving. He didn’t even ask for the fish this time. It’s like he’s really over us. I should be happy, but I’m not. I walk over to the fish and give her a little treat of extra food and then turn off the light, but his bowl still lights up. I got bored one day and ordered a glow in the dark fish toy so he isn’t in the dark the whole time.
I get into bed and text Karrie.
Me: When are we getting together?
Karrie: I can come up tomorrow lunch?
Me: Yes.
I put my phone down but text him one more time.