I know. I deadbolted the door when you left.
Lavinia
How could you have known?
Jules
Maybe my supernatural ability is that I’m psychic. Or maybe it’s that your fake husband is crazy about you and no doubt would’ve asked you to spend the night.
Lavinia
We watched the movie.
Jules
It was movie night. I assumed you would. Tell me the good stuff.
Lavinia
I came twice.
Jules
Good man. Don’t forget to use protection if you have sex.
Lavinia
We’re not having sex.
Jules
I believe you.
Not sure I believe myself.
Lavinia
I should go. Roman’s probably wondering what I’m doing in the bathroom for so long.
Jules
K. Love you. Text me if anything interesting happens.
Lavinia
Love you too.
I drop my phone back in my bag and take a deep breath, trying to calm down my racing heart. I’m so flushed my face is turning bright red, but there’s no way to prevent it. Hopefully, the lighting in the room will hide it all.
With another deep, bracing breath, I grab the doorknob and open the door, walking out into the room.
THIRTY-FOUR
ROMAN
As Lavinia gets ready for bed, I realize that I’ve had a lot of sex. That’s not meant to be boastful or conceited. It’s the honest truth. I’ve had a lot of sex, and I’ve never shared the bed with anyone before. Unless I count my cats.
I invited her to spend the night and now Lavinia is going to be sleeping next to me. That’s totally normal. People do this all the time. I don’t need to freak out.