Eliza looked up an address on her phone, and the world map in the app rolled toward her to show her where in France she was. She looked up from the front door, and Oscar stared down at her.
She rolled her eyes.
He had been looking at her since the night before, and she was over it. Their dynamic was outrageous. If she was with someone else, he was jealous. If he was with someone else? She came all the way to France because he was with someone else…
Putting her phone down, she walked out of the house and walked toward where she and Emmanuel had made love the night before. Emmanuel had been looking at her since the night before as well, and she felt like a teenage girl every time he did. He was sexy, and he had made her feel divine in the darkness.
She heard the indelicate movement of branches behind her, and she turned around.
Oscar.
She stopped to see what he would say, but he said nothing. He kissed her, and she stumbled back but he grabbed her bottom. She wrapped her arms about him to gain her balance and to lean more into his kiss.
She wanted him, when had she not wanted him since she she met him?
He pressed her to the tree and it was like deja vu from the night before, except when Oscar touched her it was so different than when Emmanuel touched her. With Emmanuel, it was about the unexpected pleasure of a new partner. with Oscar it was the warm comfort of the familar. Her body tilted toward his because she ached for him.
Every time he was with someone new, she thought he was over her. But he was not over her.
And she was clearly not over him.
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Will they ever be over each other? 😉
~ Marie