I grin as I watch Oliver fidget with the sign on the inside of the glass front door to Ella. Close for the holiday weekend, it says, and I smile while I wait outside by the car as I watch him meticulously level it. “You know, I can promise you that the restaurant will be h...
Well, I’m fairly sure I’m asleep at first actually, curled up in the large couch in his study. But the loud crash and the sound of shattering glass has me bolting from my sleep and from the couch with wide eyes and my breath in my throat as I dash towards the sounds. A cold chill seizes my heart ...
“The man is shameless, honestly,” he laughs, taking a big sip of wine and just genuinely smiling. “Oh, God, and the shrieks that one had when I barged into that kitchen! Like an ostrich or something!” He pantomimes wildly flapping bird wings and squawking sounds as I lose it all over again, devol...
That vortex of regret and confusion inside is still raging, though now at least there are trails and tendrils of coherent thoughts trickling through. Coherent thoughts like me wondering why I allowed that to happen. I mean, I don't do “flings on the beach” like some sort o...