Eliza could not feign that she did feel jealousy when Oscar told her about an old love—even if he was twenty-one at the time. But she still had a need to listen to him with rapt attention when he told her.
“When I approached you at the bar the first time,” he started. “I had my act together. I knew what I wanted, and how to get it. But with Sally, it was different. I was a bit shy with her…well more than a bit. She said if I was not so hot, she would not have bothered.”
“Was she older?” Eliza questioned, cuddling more with him because she needed to feel him close and remember he was with her now.
Oscar nodded, and the warmth of his scent came up from his throat and she wanted to touch the warmth and masculinity of it.
“Not a lot, but older like 25. She was gorgeous, and I did not know the first thing to do with her. But she was a happy teacher. I learned a lot from her.”
“I bet you did,” Eliza said, under her breath with a smirk.
“You are jealous of a now phantom ex?”
“You never talked to her after?”
“She was a bit of a crutch for me for awhile. I would break up with her, or she with me but we still did couple things”
“Like sleep together?”
He nodded, and then took Eliza’s hand and kissed it.
“I did not even know you then, it feels like a lifetime ago.”
Eliza nodded. What she and Oscar experienced was a once in a lifetime as well, she curled into him and he held her tight.
“You’re still hot,” she whispered.
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