“Are you trying to get me to meet you again?” I ask her, and she rolls her eyes. I lied about my schedule being full. The only thing it’s full of is plans to win her back. “I must say, this is a change from last night.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she says, taking a sip of her drink. “I’ll have it delivered to your house tomorrow.”

I put my hands on the table and lean in. “What did you want to talk about?” I smile at her. “I mean, besides the fish.”

“Well,” she says, and I want to lean over and brush her hair back and kiss her bare neck. “I was thinking about how you said you wanted to be friends.”

“I thought you said we couldn’t be friends.” I repeat what she told me yesterday.

“Yes, well, you were right. We are both mature adults,” she starts, “and as you said, we will be seeing each other from time to time.” I nod at her. “And we do have lots in common, and it wouldn’t be that horrible if we kept in touch.”

“I agree,” I tell her, surprised she said that.

“And I mean, if one thing leads to another and we end up in bed …” she says with a smirk.

“Not going to happen,” I tell her, shaking my head. Shock shows across her face, but then she covers it up as fast as she can. “I don’t have sex without being in a relationship.”

“And I don’t have relationships, so we got that topic crossed off,” she says.

“I think we can agree on that one. Sex is off the table,” I tell her. Even though my hands want to grab her hair and grip it back while I pound into her, forcing her to admit that she misses me as much as I miss her. “I want to be your friend, Vivienne,” I tell her. “Go out, have dinner, and catch up.”

“I guess we can do that since we are on the same page for everything else,” she says, and I look at my watch.

“I have to run,” I lie, and she gets up at the same time, grabbing her drink. When I see her with her fuck-me boots on, my cock goes rock hard in under three seconds. We walk out side by side, and my hand grazes hers lightly. I’m expecting her to move her hand out of the way, but she doesn’t. She keeps it there like it doesn’t bother her, but I see her shiver. When we walk out of the shop, I turn to her and hug her. She lets out a gasp and then doesn’t say anything else when I lean in and kiss her cheek again. “This was nice. We should do it again.”