Page 45 of If You Were Mine (After We Fall 3)
“Yeah.” I closed my eyes, feeling him sink into me again and again. “He did.”
“And? You’re killing me!”
“And we had fun.”
“How much fun?”
“A lot of fun.”
Jaime gasped. “How many times did you have fun?”
“Three. Once on the living room floor and twice in the kitchen.” Pride made me smile a little bit—I could just imagine her eyes bugging out of her head at how un-Claire that was. Turns out I am audacious. At least with Theo.
“The kitchen?” she shrieked.
My smile widened. “Uh huh. The last time was on the kitchen table.” Something clattered in my ear.
“Sorry,” she said a moment later. “I dropped my phone. I’m in shock. So that was his car Quinn saw?”
“Yes.” The coffee pot hissed as it finished brewing, and I grabbed a mug from the cupboard that said The earth without art is just “eh” on it, a gift from a former student. I poured myself a cup and opened the fridge to grab the cream. “And I get it. I even shocked myself.”
“But you had a good time, right?”
“A great time. Best I’ve ever had with any guy.”
“So why do you sound like you regret it?”
After pouring in a little cream, I added some sugar. The sight of it reminded me of licking Theo’s fingers, and my body went weightless for a moment. “I definitely don’t regret it. I just wish he wanted to see me again.”
“Why doesn’t he?” Jaime sounded outraged.
I put the lid on the sugar bowl and returned the cream to the fridge. “Because he made it very clear right from the get-go that he was not looking for anything more than fun.”
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??But if it was so good, and if you’re both just looking for fun, why not see each other again?”
Leaning back against the counter, I took a small sip of coffee. “He said he’s not in town very long and doesn’t know when he’ll be back.”
“Why? What does he do?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I thought he was a pilot, but that turned out to be more of a hobby. I actually know very little about him—not what he does, not where he lives, not even his real last name.”
“What the fuck? He didn’t give you his last name?”
“Well, he gave me a last name.” I almost laughed at the memory. “Woodcock.”
“Woodcock? That can’t be real.”
“No, I don’t think it is. Although it fits him.”
Jaime didn’t laugh. “This is weird, Claire. Why is he so secretive? What’s he got to hide? A wife, you think?”
“No, I don’t think it’s that.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he’s just really serious about his privacy.”
