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nineties. This was news, because when we’d been together I’d been banned from putting film posters on the walls.
    I pointed to them as she stepped into the room from the kitchen, carrying two glass tumblers. “More changes.”
    She took it in stride, walking past me and handing me one of the tumblers without looking at the posters, saying, “We all change, Eoin.”
    I noticed the hospital sign nailed to a door that must have been the bathroom. She bent down to open a cabinet next to her large flat-screen TV and pulled out two bottles: one of Four Roses and one of gin. She handed me the bourbon. Then she thought about it for a minute and put the gin back in the cabinet, motioning at the Four Roses with her empty glass. I poured large measures for both of us, and we eased into the sofa. It felt so good that I wanted to stay put forever. The promise of sleeping on it felt like redemption.
    Laura drained half her glass, then pursed her lips together and blew out a long, tense breath. “Let’s never do any of that again, okay?” She looked at me and her eyebrow did the Gaines flick again. And then we both laughed, long and hard. The joke hadn’t been that good, but we’d both needed to let something out.
    “Really?” I said between breaths. “I thought we made a good team.”
    “Oh, we did. But you know there are easier ways to spend time with me.”
    “Like how?”
    “I would have thought a mob boss could arrange something more exciting. Aren’t you guys meant to be able to click your fingers in any restaurant and get the best seat in the house?”
    I pulled a face and reached for the bottle to top us up. “I’m no mob boss.”
    “You’re still playing that game, huh? Get off it, Eoin. It’s never suited you.”
    “Not like this very fetching cheap shirt.”
    A smirk, and the Gaines look again. “Black shirts always suited you.”
    “Not as much as they did you.”
    Tension built in the room like the air pressure drop before a storm, and we both felt it. I stared into my glass, swilling the amber liquid around and letting the smell hit me, waiting for the warm glow of whiskey to break through the fading fog of the pills.
    Laura shrugged, downed her fresh drink in one go, and put her tongue down my throat. I didn’t have time to do much else than accept before she was leaning across and running one hand through my hair, and the other down my front to my groin, rubbing for a response.
    I came to my senses and joined in, pulling her in closer to run my hands over her ass and then up her back, feeling her shiver slightly as I did and her breath intensify in my mouth.
    I pushed her away far enough so that I could squeeze her breasts and feel for her nipples with my thumbs, finding them hard already. I started to unbutton her shirt, but it was tricky because she was already moving, heading down to my crotch, where she’d found the exact response she’d been looking for.
    She got my jeans and boxers off around the same time I ripped the shirt from her back, but she won the race because I was in her mouth before I could do anything to her.
    I melted back into the leather of the sofa as she rolled me around in her mouth and saw how deep she could take me, then pulled off before it went too far. She climbed back up onto the sofa and I made a grab, slipping my hand down into her trousers, finding her wetter than I ever had when we were supposed to do this, and pressed deeper in.
    I was used to my mind drifting during sex. For the last few years, when I was with one person my mind was with another. Usually the same person. But by the time I was inside Laura, or whoever this person was, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. My mind stayed in the room the whole time.

And the time after that.

I woke up as Laura was showering for work, but I pretended to be asleep until she’d left. I didn’t want to have the awkward conversation until I was sure what side of it I would be on. I checked my mobile but the