Page 12 of Never Have We Ever
“Your wife.”
“Just you.”
Valeska had no idea how to take his flirtations. Sometimes he sounded like he had always been in love with her, but that could’ve been the classic French romanticism.There’s no way… he just thinks I’m hot.André might be infatuated with her now, but come two years’ time, he mightbe ready to move on and give his first wife her consolation package. Valeska had to steel herself for that possibility.Don’t fall in love with him. Not for real.Disappointment would claim her as easily as he did.
“Are you all right?”
She sighed. “Oui.”
André traced her lips with his thumb. “Your accent is getting better.”
“I have a good teacher.”
“Try to sayje jouis.It means…”
“I thinkI know what it means.”
“Can you say it?”
Valeska blushed. “Jay… jooey?”
“Ah, you are so close.”
“You need to give me a reason to say it.”
André carefully dislodged himself from her. She was too tired to immediately close her legs, and felt the effect immediately. “I am tired, but perhaps in an hour I can.”
Valeska raised her eyebrows. “Are you serious?”
“We should wash up. How about a bath,Madame Dubois?”
Okay, so maybe she would fall in love with him a little. Not too much, though. Just in case.
