“Every minute is precious.” I gaze into her eyes and I know she feels the same way. I actively remind myself of Caitlin’s words. I truly have nothing to lose. I only stand to gain. Despite claiming, only a few hours ago, that I’m not a one-night stand kind of person. But this is different. This is a woman passing through. A unique opportunity. What did Caitlin call it? Serendipity. Camille is sexy and smart and I find even the tiniest movements she makes with her hands sensual. I want her. I still don’t know her last name, but it doesn’t matter. It’s time to put Caitlin’s theory to the test. Will I feel like a different person once I’ve had another woman’s hands all over me?

“I have an idea,” Camille whispers. “Why don’t we take the rest of this bottle up to the flat? I’m under the impression you need to reacquaint yourself with the place.”

“Let me get the check.” My heart beats in my throat. I haven’t felt this alive in years.

Chapter Five

“Listen,” Camille says when we enter the apartment. “No annoying beeping sound. It’s heavenly.”

“Thanks to the masterful and swift service of the owner.”

“No doubt.” She takes two wine glasses out of the kitchen cabinet.

I take the bottle out of the bag Thomas put it in and pour us both a glass. What is the protocol for this? It’s been more than sixteen years since my first time with a new woman. I’m guessing that instead of familiarity and the kind of intense intimacy it creates, this encounter will be fueled by desire driven by the new and unfamiliar. It’s exciting, but also rather scary.

We make our way into the lounge, where I’m instantly reminded of Rebecca’s taste in interior design. It’s classy and functional and pretty, like she is. But it comes across as a little soulless now. Generic and devoid of coziness. Was it really this afternoon that I sat across from her in that bar in the CBD? It feels like forever ago. Just like it feels like years ago that she left me and broke my heart.

“It’s a nice enough place,” I say, just to break the silence.

“It’s very comfortable.” Camille sets her wine glass down on the coffee table. She holds her hand out for mine. I give it to her.

As she takes the glass from me with one hand, her other one wraps itself around mine. “Just so we’re on the same page, I’m going to kiss you now.”