Page 12 of Inked Soul

Just last week they had all their friends and family over to tell us they were expecting their first child. I couldn’t be happier for them and there isn’t a more deserving couple. They will make great parents, and I know both of them are excited for this next phase in their lives.

“I’m sorry she is having a hard time,” I say, and I mean it. Lily is one of the best people I know, and Adam is lucky to have her in his life. Sometimes, I find myself jealous of my friend even though I know it’s stupid.

“I hear you. What do you need?”

“I met someone...” I need to get to the point before he loses interest.

“And?” he already sounds irritated.

“What is the difference between love and lust?”

Adam chuckles. “The fact that you have to ask me means you’re already fucked, my friend.”

“I only met her this week,” I protest.

“It takes a minute to like someone, an hour to love someone, but a lifetime to forget someone. Nothing works on a set timeline.”

And then he hangs up. Fuck load of help he is.

Chapter Seven

With Some Pep In My Step

Abigail

I never understood what other women meant when they said an orgasm could do wonders for one’s disposition. But I get it now. I haven’t been able to stop smiling since I walked out of Luke’s apartment. I slept like the dead and my mood is the best it has been in years. Yes, I said years. Before last night, I had only been with Darren, Tyler’s dad, my ex-husband. Sex was just another thing we ticked off on our list of chores. It was mechanical. Darren also hated going down on me and he made it very clear, so I never enjoyed it.

But what Luke did last night was out of this world. I can’t wait to do more with him. I mean, if a single oral orgasm has blown my only other sexual experience out of the water, I can’t imagine what actual sex would be like.

Pushing the stroller down Main Street in Franklinton, I smile at my babbling son. The sun is shining, and I just found a vacant premises that would be perfect for my veterinary practice. The estate agent is already drawing up the rental contract for me to sign. This day is already one of the best since moving here and it’s not even noon yet.

A woman with bright red hair smiles at me where she stands on the sidewalk poking at the screen of her cell phone, and I can’t help but return the smile.

“Hi,” she says as I approach.

“Hello,” I reply with a wave that makes me feel silly.

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