“You were right,” he says.
“I was?”
“Yeah. It’s funny.”
My lips twitch. “It is!”
“I’m at the bit where, uh...” He pauses. “What’s-his-name lights her hair on fire.”
“Richard!” My smile deepens. “And that actually happened — to the author, I mean. That book is a little autobiographical. She met her husband speed-dating.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
“Uh-huh.” I take a calming breath. “So, what’s your favorite book?” I ask.
The clicks and clacks cease for a moment.
“Why?”
“Well... you’re reading my favorite book,” I say. “And I thought that, maybe I should read yours.”
Oliver slides out from under the sink and sits forward. “Maybe,” he says as he looks up at me. “I’ll think about it.”
I peek behind him. “All fixed?” I ask.
He nods. “All fixed.”
“Really?”
“Yup.” He rises off the floor and stands tall over me with that cocky smirk. “See?” he teases. “I told you I could fix it.”
I look at the sink at the same time he does. His eyes squint slightly, no doubt flashing back to the same memory as I do at that very moment.
My legs wrap around his waist.
His hand balances on the mirror behind me.
He licks my clean, wet skin.
Oli,
please,
don’t stop?—
I shake it away again.
Dear god, please get me out of this bathroom.
The pipe bursts.
I jolt backward in surprise as cold water coats our shoes.
Uh… thanks?
Oliver dives under again, getting completely soaked as I take a step back. I try to think quickly, but I stall in place.
I have no idea what to do.