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Sally was very thankful for the bartender, he did not look at her but she knew that was on purpose. He had been the ultimate gentleman defending her honor.

But she knew he had an ulterior motive.

As she looked at the suggestion of a very detailed tattoo through his shirt, she followed it up to his strong jawbone and saw the tension there. If a move was going to be made, she was going to let him make it. She did not trust herself after her last bad decision, and if he made the move she could blame him after.

“Having any luck with those apps? I am an old-fashioned guy myself. I believe in meeting people in person and letting them know how I feel…” He announced.

She had looked up at him, as he was closing up the bar and now as she lay under him. Her body ruminated with pleasure. She had come so hard, that it felt like the residual pleasure haloed about her body. He held her and kissed her neck.

Sally lie on her side, as he caressed her body like a musician making love to his treasured instrument. She did not want to question it, she just lie there against him and let him touch her until she felt like she was floating.

“You are so beautiful,” he said kissing her shoulder. “You are like an angel.”

There was nothing angelic about her, just him saying that made her distrust him even more. He turned her onto her back and straddled her. 

When he slipped into her he already felt familiar, like he belonged there and she moved against him desperately needing something from him that she was not even sure how to describe. He pounded into her harder and harder, and she moved more and more desperately.

She did not trust him, but she had to trust their bodies together in the moment.

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Sally had been having a time of it. 

After she tired of the unrequited love situation she had had with Oscar, she decided that she needed to move on. She had clung onto him after Chloe had died, but she realized that that was not helping her. 

Plus being with him reminded her of Chloe and that was much more than she could take.

So she had moved on with a dating app that was reputedly more likely to earn her a hookup, putting even Tinder to shame. But that was what she wanted, she was not in the mindset to be with someone and have anything serious. 

Serious had brought her serious heartache.

She sat at the bar, her hair pulled up in a very serious knot. The man she was chatting with was her backup in case the first man did not show up. Maybe it was intuition, but he felt flakier than a croissant.

He had not shown up.

What are you doing beautiful? Bachelor Number Two texted her.

Well, I am at a wine bar right now, and after that if you are not interested in meeting me I will go home and jill off.

He was there before she finished her glass of wine. A sip worthy Barolo, that was divine with the charcuterie board she picked at which the bartender had given her for sitting so long at the bar alone she assumed and buying the most expensive wine on the list.

The man arrived, and sadly in person she was not impressed with him. She knew he could feel it, but her directness up front gave him hope.

“I want to go home alone,” she said. “The wine changed my mood.”

“I want to go home with you Beautiful. Why jill off alone if Jack is here?”

He grabbed himself, and the bartender punched him. 

Sally was startled and thankful at the same time.

“Get the fuck out of my bar!” the bartender said, and while still grabbing himself Bachelor Number Two left.

She looked at the bartender,

“That was something!”

“He was a jackass, and…”

“What?” But Sally saw everything clearly though. The way he was looking at her, the charcuterie board, the refill of her wine with a wave when he handed her her card back to let her know it was on the house. 

She saw everything.

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The cursive blob on the piece of paper she was holding said, Eliza Hughes. Holding Bibi in her arms, her daughter fast asleep and Eliza was exhausted herself because they were finally back from Paris.

She had not intended to stay so long, but she had had a good time. But she had to be back in New York before Halloween. The irony of Cinderella turning into a pumpkin and the pumpkin that was ubiquitous during Halloween, were parallel to her anniversary. Halloween made her think of the biggest day of her life, and she squeezed her sleeping girl who was so fast asleep her eyes did not even flutter.

Rafe came downstairs to get their luggage, and took Bibi out of her arms before he kissed her, squeezed her and her ass. Eliza’s face flooded with warmth, that simple gesture that let her know that he missed her generally and sexually and she had missed him the same way.

The doorman smiled at them as they walked into the apartment building. The look on his face was that he was happy to see them together.

Reunited.

Upstairs, after Bibi fell asleep, Rafe wrapped his arms about her from behind. 

“So France?”

“France was good, but I needed to be in New York with you. It was like another world almost, but I was parallel to our world the entire time.”

“Bibi looked happy at the party.”

“She was.”

“The picture with Oscar…”

“I know…”

She turned around, and they were closer than close. She could be away from him, and she could be with other people but she still wanted to be with him when she was with him. Knew why she had chosen him to spend the rest of her life with.

“Happy anniversary,” she whispered.

“It is not our anniversary yet!” he whispered loudly.

“Every day is an anniversary.”

She kissed him, and her kisses were a litany of promises. They were pressed so close together they felt like skin.

One body.

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Everything was Tiffany blue and baby pink in the house—the decorations, the cakes, the cookies. Everything blue and pink. Alessandra had decided to throw a party for Bibi who loved that color combination. 

Eliza dressed her daughter in a Tiffany blue dress, adorned with pink accessories. The colors and the outfit made her look like more of a sweeter confection that the party around them. She squeezed her little girl close to her, and she swore she smelled like a sweet baked good.

Eleni was Alessandra’s neighbor’s little girl. She was dressed completely in pink, and Bibi pulled away from her mother to play with the other little girl. With pleasure Eliza watched them play together.

“She is a beautiful little girl,” Oscar said sitting beside Eliza, and she felt her labia tremble remembering their recent lovemaking. It was far from their first time, but it still affected her so much when they made love.

He put his hand on her knee, as Bibi came back and reached up to hug him. Tears filled Eliza’s eyes as she watched the confectionary sweet scene. Oscar was dressed in pink like the little girls, and Eliza picked up her phone to take a picture.

Bibi stuck her tongue out and posed playfully. She liked to take pictures. Eliza and Oscar held hands as she went to play with Eleni again.

They were something of a family, and it was a beautiful thing. The two of them watched Bibi, and knowing…a tear fell down her cheek that she wiped away. Oscar took her tear smeared hand, and kissed it.

Alessandra smiled at them. She and Emmanuel were holding hands and sharing a slice of the ornate pink cake for the party. Emmanuel put a pink rose on Alessandra’s lips, and she sucked it slowly before his eyes.

Eliza watched Oscar accept a slice of cake handed to him, and a glass of rose champagne. The delicate pink cake roses were complemented by the rose champagne that she took a sip of.

So much pink…

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Eliza sat across from Alessandra in the kitchen. Alessandra’s house was gorgeous, and sitting drinking coffee looking at each other was very intimate. Her eyes darted between her hostess and her garden, and her body ruminated with pleasure. Looking outside made Eliza think of Emmanuel and Oscar, and her very recent trysts with them both.

“My dragon is very fond of you,” Alessandra purred, as her lips trilled over the edge of the cup. Eliza must have looked at her quizzically, because she added. “Emmanuel.”

“He is a very charismatic man.”

“I know, we have been together for a very long time on and off. If I am in France, we are together. Oscar knows about him,” Alessandra said, putting her hand on Eliza’s knee.

“He does?”

“Well he fucked you yesterday afternoon so I would hope so! You have been a damn lucky lady since you got here. You are beautiful, you should be having all of the sex you want.”

Alessandra picked up her phone, and showed Eliza the screen which was a dating app from what she could surmise and there was a man with a dragon tattoo.

“I love dragons and I am beautiful as well, I have as much sex as I can. I feel like, and Emmanuel feels we can have sex with whoever we want—we are not sexually jealous. If he sees someone as beautiful as you? Or I see Oscar, be with them.”

“My marriage is open,” Eliza said, and watched Alessandra nod. “Did Oscar tell you?”

“Yes, we have talked about our lives, and you are part of his life. I respect that.”

“Alessandra, you are amazing.”

“I think you are amazing too,” Alessandra said, as she put down her coffee cup, took Eliza’s hands and kissed them both.

Oscar and Emmanuel walked into the kitchen and with the four of them there at once, Eliza felt excited.

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Eliza had not had a night like this for a long time. Alessandra knew how to throw an opening party. It was a bit of deja vu because she and Oscar had been to openings together before, including the infamous one in Shanghai when they realized they were deeply in love…

Tonight she danced with him, the music moved through them as Alessandra joined them. Their arms held each other up like a fragment of Botticelli’s Primavera. Jeanne had gone back to Alessandra’s house with Bibi, which she was so kind to share with them even though they were staying at a hotel. That allowed Eliza to be on the dance floor with them as a part of a threesome, until Oscar and Alessandra floated away their arms still up in the air. Eliza continued to move to the pounding beat of the music. 

He appeared, and she was not even sure where he came from, but he was gorgeous and moving to the pounding beat that seemed intuitive to him. The enticing new man smiled at her, and it was like discovering electricity throughout her body. 

“You are a really good dancer, I saw you with Alessa—are you one of her muses?” he asked.

“No!” She burst out laughing. “Are you?”

He blinked rapidly before he shook his head.

“Not anymore…”

“Oh, well you are beautiful…”

Eliza bit her lip.

“So are you…so are you…” he repeated surveying her entire body. Eliza could have been offended, but she was not.

They moved into a single rhythm, as they danced together. Pounded together really. She was damp with sweat. The sweat even blinded her, as she felt his hands on her hips and she moved with him.

“Eliza!” Alessandra came over with Oscar whose arms were folded across his chest. “You have met Emmanuel!”

Eliza did not know his name, but she could not deny that she had indeed met him. 

Emmanuel nodded at her, and walked away with Alessandra.

“You could practice some self-control!” Oscar snapped at her, taking her hand. “You are someone’s mother sweating on the dancefloor with a man you do not even know!”

“”Well I was dancing with you two, what does that make me?”

Oscar looked enraged, Eliza was not sure why and she wanted no part of it as she walked off the dancefloor.

“Eliza!” he called, but she did not turn around.

“Leaving so soon?” Emmanuel put his hand on her hips again and Eliza looked up at him, her mouth open as she tried to decide what she was going to do.

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