Eliza’s motivation when she invited Oscar over to the party, and in general up to this point was she had wanted him to be close to Bibi. She was not completely sure that he could not have been her daughter’s father but she knew how she planned on raising her.
But Oscar had not resisted in calling her on it over and over again—his speculations about it. But none of that mattered now as he pressed her to the wall in the dark room, slipped inside her and she could not catch her breath from the shock and the pleasure. They made love like a detailed mechanism engineered to perfection. Their bodies moved as if they were meant to do this together all the time and they moved like they like a sleek, shiny machine.
But with feeling.
He did not let her go as they moved apart, and he made her look at him so she looked into his eyes disheveled and still breathing heavy from their lovemaking.
“Eliza…” he breathed, and kept looking at her.
“I have to go back—the cake…”
Eliza adjusted her clothes and her hair and kissed Oscar before she walked out the sound of her heels like thunder in the otherwise silence and went to get the decorative cake. It was multi-colored and said Bibi with flowers. She put a multi-colored candle on top, and walked out into the dimmed room that lit up when she walked in. Oscar and Rafe were with Bibi, who squealed when she saw her as she always did when she saw her mother. Cooing and laughing, she glowed like a little angel over the cake as she, Oscar and Rafe blew out the candles on the cake.
What wishes had been made? Eliza mused as the sweet birthday smoke hit her nostrils.
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