He let go of my hand and pulled my chair closer to his until my legs brushed his and we were side by side. His arm came around me, low across my back, so he could squeeze my hip and pull me even closer. I was about to end up in his lap. It was hard to resist just straddling him and going for it like we’d done in his office the other day. I sighed and looked up at him just as his face lowered to mine for another kiss. We sat there making out, with tongues, hands, everything was everywhere and I was already drunk on him.

Drunk on Luke, and I hadn’t even had a sip of alcohol. I was pretty sure I was about to climb into his lap when our waiter came in with our drinks. She cleared her throat and set our drinks down. “I can come back…” She was unsurprised at our clinch. I mean, really, it must happen a lot up here.

“That’s okay. We’ll order,” Luke said, then winked at me. I felt my cheeks go up into flame. I looked at the table as he chuckled. He ordered for me.

He ordered everything we couldn’t afford when we’d come here almost fifteen years ago. Plus, a fancy bottle of wine that I couldn’t even pronounce the name of. I was going to get food wasted, wine wasted, and even drunker on Luke. And if he ordered dessert, I might lapse into a happy, sugary, love induced coma.

In other words, I was in trouble. We had to talk. Not just about the obvious attraction still between us, not about Dylan, and not about the fact that we still loved each other. We needed to talk about the problems we’d had before—the problems that drove him away from me. Not about what happened in the hospital, but the distance between us that had made him leave me and not come back for years. We needed to address the pedestal he had put me on and the fact that for this to work, we both needed to have our feet on the ground. We had to get real and having dinner in this fantasy come to life made it hard for me to muster up the courage or the desire to address any of it.

“You have a good memory, Luke—” I started.

“I remember everything.”

“Luke, can we…are we…um do you remember right before you left before you got hurt? We had a fight. Do you remember that?” I asked softly.

His eyes closed, and he let go of me to reach for his beer and take a sip. “I do remember that. You were upset because you said I wouldn’t talk to you, right? I didn’t know what to tell you, Lily. I didn’t want you to know any of it. I still don’t.”