Page 117 of David's Love

“Good.”

He leans to me again.

“I love your pussy,” he says, nibbling on my neck.

Something else was supposed to follow, but he pushed it back just when I got hopeful.

“That’s it?”

Laughing, he turns away and leaves.

“You know the rest, Elizabeth.”

Smoothly, he walks out and greets someone in the corridor.

Whoever it is, they’re not coming this way.

The next ten minutes are quiet, and luckily, I cross paths with no one when I leave the firm.

23

ELIZABETH

We looklike just another couple pulling up in a relative’s driveway with a bottle of wine, a bouquet of roses, and a gift card in an envelope.

We both wear jeans, boots and winter jackets.

The tip of my nose gets cold when we climb out and glance at the house.

Slightly bigger than mine, the place is adorned with lights. The windows are lit, and we can see a woman inside, busy setting the table.

This must be Julie’s aunt.

He told me about her on our way over.

We hadn’t talked much about anything else before he signaled that we were nearing our destination.

Despite having mixed feelings about being an official couple, I'm less nervous now.

In a way, I’m happy we’re doing it by joining Julie and Miranda for a cozy dinner.

Without flinching, David shows me to the entrance.

He opens the door and invites me in without ringing the bell or calling out their names to tell them we are here.

It’s like he’s home.

“Julie,” he finally calls out, closing the door and setting the gifts on a wall table next to the door.

He points to a door nearby.

“We can leave our jackets over there.”

I open the door and pick up a hanger for mine before handing him one.

No one shows up while we drape our jackets over the hangers and place them in the closet.

He removes his shoes, and so do I when the woman enters the small hallway.

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