Page 118 of One Week in Paris
“Enough about me,” I say. “What about you and Antoine?” I ask in a teasing sing-song voice.
She smiles and blushes. “We’re just friends.”
“Then why are you blushing?”
She shakes her head. “We’ve been chatting a lot… on Facebook, and sometimes we video chat.”
“Uh-huh.”
“We send each other pictures sometimes,” she adds, blushing. It’s obvious that the woman has a huge crush — I find it completely adorable.
“Show me one,” I ask, eager to see what kind of photos people of a certain age send each other. I doubt that they’re anything like the ones Oscar and I share — super naughty.
The smile on her face is as wide as can be as she digs her phone out of her purse. She fiddles for a moment, then shows me a photo of Antoine standing in front of the Eiffel tower, a stylish scarf wrapped around his neck.
“Nice,” I say. “He looks very handsome.”
She blushes. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
My jaw falls to the floor. “What do you mean? I haven’t seen anything yet?”
She turns crimson. “He’s sent me sexier ones,” she confesses.
“Oh my…” I tease. “I don’t think I want to see those.”
She laughs and it thrills me to see her so happy — she seems to have all forgotten about Mark. “Actually, the photos he sends are very tasteful.” She looks down at her phone again. “Here, I’ll show you my favorite.”
“Oh no, Mom. I don’t need to see—”
She hands me her phone. “Here.”
Oh my… that isone sexy silver fox. He’s leaning back against a tall upholstered headboard. He’s wearing black dress pants and a white dress shirt, unbuttoned, revealing his toned abs. His silver hair is stylishly swept to the side, his beard trimmed neatly. Damn, this photo is arousing me. My mom’s long-distance boyfriend is turning me on. I look away.
“Wow.”
“Wow is right,” she says, giggling like a school girl.
“Very cool,” I say, still reeling from that photo. Damn, those Frenchmen.
Mom sits up straighter. “He’s asked me to come and visit him soon.”
“What? You just came back from there.”
She shakes her head. “I know, it’s crazy, right?”
Wow. Mom is in love. I’m in love too.
Life is good.
