shit!”
He laughs softly. “You’re welcome.”
I can feel him smile against my skin. He kisses the back of my neck. His hand rests lightly on my hip.
I turn my head so that I can see his face. “Can I ask you a question?”
“No.”
We start laughing. I roll over so that I’m facing him. My laughter dies away, and so does his. We’re looking into each other’s eyes now. Will’s are so dark that when I’m close like this I can see my reflection. But I’m seeing something else now. I’m seeing past his eyes, right into him. I’m seeing all of him, all at once. I’m seeing—
There’s a knock at the door.
I blink. I start breathing again. “God. Who could that be?”
“The paramedics,” Will says, brushing the hair from my forehead. “Responding to multiple 911 calls.”
We laugh again. “Lily?” Mattie calls out. “We’re going to be late!”
“Go away!” I holler.
“Blue Heaven? The rehearsal dinner? Whether we’re going to serve chicken, or pasta, or chicken with pasta …”
We eventually crawl out of bed and pull on some clothes. Will catches up to me as I’m about to leave. He pushes me against the wall, and his hand goes up my skirt. I reach inside his pants. He’s already hard again. He says, “Don’t forget. We have lunch with my parents today.”
“Oh, baby,” I whisper. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
He laughs and tugs my panties down. “One o’clock.”
I press myself against his hand. “What happens if I’m late?”
“Bad things.” He starts unbuttoning my blouse. “Very bad things.”
“Oh my God.” I lean my head back against the wall. “Who
are
you?”
“A fool.” He kisses my throat. “I’m a fool in love.”
We do it again, quickly, right there by the door. Eventually I go down to the lobby, where Mattie is waiting. She hands me a steaming cup of coffee.
“Mattie! Bless your event-coordinating little heart!”
“Don’t drink too much,” she warns. “We don’t want you to have horrible stained teeth in the photographs.”
“These puppies won’t stain,” I tell her, tapping my teeth. “They’re one hundred percent false.”
She looks shocked. “They are?”
“I did
way
too much meth in law school.”
She stares at me.
“I’m joking.”
“Oh!” she says. “Oh. That’s funny.”
We head out to her car. She unlocks the doors and we get in. “How are you this morning?” she asks.
“Never better, Mattie. Never. Better.” I raise my face to the sunshine streaming through the windshield. “It’s a beautiful day. I’m surrounded by my family. I’m marrying the perfect man. Life is good.”
“I’m delighted to hear that.” She pulls out of the lot, swerving to avoid a brilliantly plumed rooster strutting across the road. Chickens run wild in Key West—they’re our squirrels, basically.
“So many brides find the week before the wedding to be one of the worst of their lives,” Mattie continues. “It’s tragic! They should be at their happiest, and instead they’re stressed out and miserable.”
“Not me, Mattie. I mean, I’ve had my doubts recently, okay? Not anymore.” I lean back against the seat and sip my coffee. “I hit the fucking jackpot with this guy.”
She glances at me uncertainly. “Yes, he seems—”
“Fucking,” I catch her eye for emphasis,
“jackpot.”
“Goodness!” she laughs. “You’re a real New Yorker, aren’t you?”
I put my hand out the window, feeling the warm air push against it. I’m still basking in the afterglow.
It’s back. I can’t quite believe it, but the great sex with Will is back.
On a Thursday night back in August, I was at Walker’s Pub, down the street from my apartment. I was on a date with someone I’d met at a party, a banker. Hot, but a little predictable. I got up to go to the bathroom. There was a guy standing in the back hallway. He was tall and skinny. Light-brown hair. Glasses. Dressed a little carelessly. Normally, somebody I
He laughs softly. “You’re welcome.”
I can feel him smile against my skin. He kisses the back of my neck. His hand rests lightly on my hip.
I turn my head so that I can see his face. “Can I ask you a question?”
“No.”
We start laughing. I roll over so that I’m facing him. My laughter dies away, and so does his. We’re looking into each other’s eyes now. Will’s are so dark that when I’m close like this I can see my reflection. But I’m seeing something else now. I’m seeing past his eyes, right into him. I’m seeing all of him, all at once. I’m seeing—
There’s a knock at the door.
I blink. I start breathing again. “God. Who could that be?”
“The paramedics,” Will says, brushing the hair from my forehead. “Responding to multiple 911 calls.”
We laugh again. “Lily?” Mattie calls out. “We’re going to be late!”
“Go away!” I holler.
“Blue Heaven? The rehearsal dinner? Whether we’re going to serve chicken, or pasta, or chicken with pasta …”
We eventually crawl out of bed and pull on some clothes. Will catches up to me as I’m about to leave. He pushes me against the wall, and his hand goes up my skirt. I reach inside his pants. He’s already hard again. He says, “Don’t forget. We have lunch with my parents today.”
“Oh, baby,” I whisper. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
He laughs and tugs my panties down. “One o’clock.”
I press myself against his hand. “What happens if I’m late?”
“Bad things.” He starts unbuttoning my blouse. “Very bad things.”
“Oh my God.” I lean my head back against the wall. “Who
are
you?”
“A fool.” He kisses my throat. “I’m a fool in love.”
We do it again, quickly, right there by the door. Eventually I go down to the lobby, where Mattie is waiting. She hands me a steaming cup of coffee.
“Mattie! Bless your event-coordinating little heart!”
“Don’t drink too much,” she warns. “We don’t want you to have horrible stained teeth in the photographs.”
“These puppies won’t stain,” I tell her, tapping my teeth. “They’re one hundred percent false.”
She looks shocked. “They are?”
“I did
way
too much meth in law school.”
She stares at me.
“I’m joking.”
“Oh!” she says. “Oh. That’s funny.”
We head out to her car. She unlocks the doors and we get in. “How are you this morning?” she asks.
“Never better, Mattie. Never. Better.” I raise my face to the sunshine streaming through the windshield. “It’s a beautiful day. I’m surrounded by my family. I’m marrying the perfect man. Life is good.”
“I’m delighted to hear that.” She pulls out of the lot, swerving to avoid a brilliantly plumed rooster strutting across the road. Chickens run wild in Key West—they’re our squirrels, basically.
“So many brides find the week before the wedding to be one of the worst of their lives,” Mattie continues. “It’s tragic! They should be at their happiest, and instead they’re stressed out and miserable.”
“Not me, Mattie. I mean, I’ve had my doubts recently, okay? Not anymore.” I lean back against the seat and sip my coffee. “I hit the fucking jackpot with this guy.”
She glances at me uncertainly. “Yes, he seems—”
“Fucking,” I catch her eye for emphasis,
“jackpot.”
“Goodness!” she laughs. “You’re a real New Yorker, aren’t you?”
I put my hand out the window, feeling the warm air push against it. I’m still basking in the afterglow.
It’s back. I can’t quite believe it, but the great sex with Will is back.
On a Thursday night back in August, I was at Walker’s Pub, down the street from my apartment. I was on a date with someone I’d met at a party, a banker. Hot, but a little predictable. I got up to go to the bathroom. There was a guy standing in the back hallway. He was tall and skinny. Light-brown hair. Glasses. Dressed a little carelessly. Normally, somebody I
Similar Books
