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I almost laughed. Because hell, he was right. But this didn’t feel like a conversation I could have with Constantine. And definitely not Izzy.

I couldn’t believe I had told mywifeI wouldn’t mind slapping her ass. What the hell had come over me?

Me:How am I going to share a bed with her all summer? This is me we’re talking about.

I left out the fact I’d already screwed up tonight and fingered her.

Enzo:Do you think you should get it out of your systems so you can move on?

Me:And risk her falling for me? Breaking her heart? Getting her pregnant?

Enzo:Easy with the ego, bro. Maybe it’s you who falls for her. It’s her that breaks your heart. And use a condom.

Shit, he threw her words from the bathroom right back at me.

Enzo:Before you say you don’t have a heart, don’t f’ing lie to me.

Me:Why are you writing f’ing like that?

Enzo:Don’t change the subject. (Maria says I need to work on my language.)

Enzo:But back to you. The fact you go out of your way to protect women from falling for you, worried you’ll hurt them, suggests you DO have a heart, bro. Otherwise, you wouldn’t give a F about the consequences of your actions.

Me:Am I paying $400/hour for this session? Because when did you become my doc?

Enzo:You did message me on your wedding night for advice to refrain from touching your wife, did you not?

Enzo:Calliope Costa. Does have a nice ring to it.

I couldn’t believe how easily her name had rolled from my tongue tonight when she’d asked me to say it again.

Enzo:Not as nice of a ring as Maria Costa, but ...

Me:You married for love. I married to save a life. Different stories. There will be different endings.

Enzo:If you say so.

Enzo:Important side note: does she want you back? Or is this just a “you” problem.

I thought back to our kiss at the ceremony. The little whimper from her just before she’d invited my tongue into her mouth. Why was it the kiss I thought of first when he asked me that? Not getting her off with my hand?

Me:Yeah, pretty sure she wants me back ... But she’s a client. I need to protect her, not F her.

Enzo:Maria is now rubbing off on you, too. “F her?”

Enzo:Scratch that. I don’t want my wife rubbing off on anyone but me.

Me:I hate you.

Enzo:I love you back.

Me:Fuck you.

Enzo:Fuck does feel much better to write/say. And ... do.(Just go for it. You’re married. Maybe no one gets hurt and you live happily ever after. Because you CAN’T last three months sharing a bed with this woman and not ... do it. That’s why you’re messaging me.)

Enzo:Also, when was the last time you shared a bed with someone? 1989?

Me:You know who it was with, and it’s been a long time.

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