by Lisa Lace
I walk over to a canvas on the far wall and examine it. The image is an abstract outline of two figures standing in the rain under a lampshade. It’s intentionally blurred, like a photograph taken a moment too late.
“This is really good, Lily.�
“I’m glad you think so. I can’t get a gallery to touch my stuff.�
“You will. You have talent.�
“Not as much as you, Ethan. My God, you’re huge now.� She disappears into the kitchen and returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She gestures for me to sit down.
I go to take a seat and hear an irritable mew. An orange shape darts from the cushion across the room and vanishes into the bedroom. “You got a cat?�
“Biscuit.�
“Cute.�
“She’s a rescue. She gets friendlier with time.�
I take the glass of wine that Lily offers and take a seat on her sofa. She sits beside me and watches me drink with a slight amusement on her face.
“I guess you’re more used to drinking vintage Chateau Latour these days.�
“When did you learn about wine?�
She shrugs. “I can be fancy too.�
I laugh. “I’m not fancy.�
“Yeah right! I’ve seen pictures of you in those dandy suits with that little cloth thing folded into a triangle in your pocket. I bet you have a collection of monocles back at your mansion.�
“First of all, I have twenty-twenty vision now. I had laser surgery. You’re the one who wore glasses until sixth grade, until you threw them into a river because you thought they were ugly. You told your mom you lost them. Secondly, it’s not a mansion, it’s a penthouse apartment.�
She’s silent for a moment, and then her face creases into a grin. She throws her head back and laughs. “Jesus, Ethan, you were always too easy to wind up.�
I’m laughing, too. It rises up from deep inside me and makes my whole body shake. I haven’t laughed like this in years.
Our laughter dies down, and Lily smiles sadly. “So, you are still in there, then. I thought I’d lost you.�
“I’m still me, Lily.�
“Really? Because the old Ethan would have said goodbye. He’d have left a message, at least, or he’d have looked me up. The old Ethan wouldn’t drop a hundred dollars on some corporate haircut and spend his time with a woman he doesn’t like just because she looks the part. You’re here, but I’m not sure I know you anymore.�
Her words cut me deeply. They hurt because they’re true.
“I had to change.�
“Because your mom died?�
“Because I was heading toward a dead end. I was smart and ready to throw it all away on some frivolous dream. Next thing I knew, I would’ve been right in my mom’s shoes, living hand to mouth and waiting for my turn to get screwed. I had to get out.�
“It was our dream, Ethan, and if you wanted something different, all you had to do was say.�
“Would you have looked at me the same way, then? I would have been just another sell-out in your eyes. I knew I had changed, and I knew you never would. I thought it was best if I walked away. Otherwise, we’d have just resented each other. You were so set on our big plans, Lily. I just didn’t know how to let you down.�
“You should have said goodbye. I searched for you. I was scared.� Her eyes are brimming with tears.
The old guilt I’ve carried with me for years twists in my gut again. “I’m sorry I hurt you.�
She curls up into the corner of the sofa and takes a sip of wine. She doesn’t talk for a long while. Then she smiles softly. “Do you remember the golf course?�
“Of course, I do.�
“Remember when the sprinklers went off?�
“Our clothes were drenched. We had to walk home sopping wet.�
“That was a lot of fun.�
“What about when we had that picnic in Rumsey Park, and you took a bite of that éclair without looking?�
Lily shrieks with laughter. “It was covered in ants!�
“You didn’t even spit it out. I couldn’t believe you just ate a pile of ants.�
“You wouldn’t let me live it down for weeks. Every time I ate something, you’d say ‘want some ants with that?’�
I chuckle. “It was about a month later that you decided you were going to be a vegetarian.�
“That didn’t last long.�
“No. I caught you with a mouthful of cheeseburger at the stand outside Molly’s before our date.�
“You just started laughing and asked when I’d given in. You never let me live that down, either.�
“Only because you tried to guilt me into going veggie for weeks before I caught you with half a cow in your mouth.�
“We were so good together.�
She’s very beautiful. A purple gleam from the gemstone lampshade streaks across her face. She’s slowly twisting a strand of blonde hair around her finger, and a nostalgic smile plays on her face. Her feet are tucked up under her, and she’s at ease with herself. There is no pretense with Lily. She just is.
“I missed you.�
Lily lifts her eyes to mine and swallows. Her chest rises quicker, she hesitates. Then, she confesses, “Me, too.�
I cross the space between us, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her toward me. She’s not expecting my advance, and she falls against my chest. She looks up, her eyes filled with surprise.
When I kiss her, she doesn’t resist. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her lips press against mine.
I thread my arm under her legs and carry her toward the bed I can see through an open door. I lay her down and hold her with a kiss. My hand reaches under the skirt of her dress and pulls down her panties.
Lily clings to me, her breaths fast and hot against my neck. I press my mouth down over hers and part her lips with mine. I slide my palm up her smooth, firm thigh. My thumb settles at the very top of her leg, brushing against her pussy.
I press my fingers into her. She is wet and parts her legs, wanting more. I find her clitoris and apply pressure. She instantly sighs with pleasure. I begin to tease her clit with hard, steady strokes. Lily’s back arches.
I massage her faster, watching her bite down on her lip. Her hands fall from the back of my neck and rest on the pillow behind her head. She clings to the pillowcase.
As I continue to move my fingers between her legs, I hold her in another kiss, brushing my warm tongue against hers, and rubbing her clit until she shudders.
She reaches for my zipper. Her hand slides in and takes hold of me. I grow harder when her palm closes around my cock, and I unzip her dress to pull the material away, drawing it down her body, and throwing it aside. Lily unclasps her bra and discards it.
Her breasts are small, but pert, and they heave with each eager breath. I run my hand down her ribs and find her lithe little waist.
I move my head down her body and seek out her clitoris with my tongue. Looking up, I can see the effect I’m having. Lily parts her lips, closes her eyes. I press my tongue down harder, licking her clit until her toes curl in ecstasy.
When she cums, I raise my body and kiss her mouth. I push her legs apart and enter her.
She gasps, and her fingers close around the spindles of her bedframe as I thrust. I move deeper into her, my mouth seeking out her throat so I can taste her. She lets her head fall back and presses her hips up into me.
I roll onto my back and
pull Lily towards me. She straddles me and sinks down onto my thick erection. “Fuck me, Ethan.�
I place my hands on her hips and push her down. She grinds against me, riding me with pleasure. Her hands rest on my chest, her fingers beginning to curl into my skin as she draws toward another orgasm.
Her body leans down so her mouth can reach mine. I place my hand on the back of her head and hold her in a kiss as I thrust into her again.
She tightens as she climaxes. I press down on the small of her back to hold myself deep inside her when she comes.
She’s still crying out when I reach my own orgasm. Breathless, she lays her body on top of mine, then slowly rolls away.
I lean on an elbow over her and press my lips gently against hers.
“Ethan,� she breathes. “I can’t believe you’re here.�
“Shhh,� I whisper. “I’m real.�
Lily
I smile before I open my eyes. Last night was like a dream. When I first saw Ethan in the park, I promised that I wasn’t going to lose myself.
Yet here I am again.
I roll onto my side and open my eyes. The bed beside me is empty, only a tangle of sheets at my side. I frown, and sit up, clutching the bedsheets to my chest and looking around.
“Ethan?�
No reply.
A cold sense of dread fills me. I’ve been here before. I get out of bed and pull my robe around me. I start to search the apartment. There’s not much to search.
The living room is just as we left it the night before: two half-empty glasses holding cheap wine, and an empty bottle on the coffee table. There’s nobody in the kitchen, but I still turn on the lights just to make sure.
I stop a moment outside the bathroom, praying that I’ll hear running water, but it’s silent. I push the door ajar and peer inside. Ethan’s not there.
I even run to the window and glance outside, as if he’ll be taking a casual morning stroll. Racking my brain, I try to remember what we spoke about the day and night before. I know he’s in town for a convention. Was that today? Maybe he had to leave. Maybe he’s gone to get coffee or breakfast.
I reach for my cell to call him, and then remember that I don’t have his number anymore. Pacing around the apartment, I feel close to tears. This can’t be happening again.
I call Chloe.
“Lily? Is everything okay? What time is it?�
“It’s early.�
“What’s wrong?�
I pause before I answer. Chloe knows how long I’ve pined for Ethan. I worry what she’ll say when she knows I spent the night with him. “Ethan’s in Payson.�
“Ethan Steele? Holy shit, how do you know?�
“Because he just left my apartment.�
“Lily.� I hear the concern in her voice. “What happened?�
I tell her everything. How Ethan was waiting for me at the park. How I invited him back to my apartment. How we spoke about old times. How he kissed me.
“And now he’s gone,� I sob. “I’m an idiot, Chloe. A stupid fucking fool.�
“You’re not stupid, Lily. He’s a jerk. I can’t believe he’s done this to you again.�
I collapse onto the sofa, my head in my hand. The tears won’t stop flowing. Yesterday’s mascara begins to clump around my eyes. Biscuit brushes against my shin and then jumps onto my lap. I toy with his fur as I pour my heart out on the phone.
“He was acting just like the old Ethan. We were talking and laughing. He told me he was going to be in town for a while. I don’t know where he’s gone. I don’t have his number or the address where he’s staying. I don’t know what to do.�
“Do nothing, Lily. He’s not worth chasing. Not if this is how he treats you.�
“I don’t understand. It felt like it used to, like nothing had changed. He was being kind. I thought he was feeling something.�
Chloe tries to comfort me. “Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he’s just gone out to get breakfast.�
“It’s been an hour.�
“He could be at the convention?�
“Why wouldn’t he wake me to say goodbye?�
“Lily, honey, I don’t know.�
“This isn’t fair. It took me forever to get over him.�
“You never did get over him though, did you?�
I fall silent.
She speaks again. “I know you care about him, but I think he’s a dead end. Just the other night you were with Vincent Oswald. It’s not like Ethan’s the only fish in the sea. Maybe for your own self-preservation, you need to move on.�
“I wish I knew how.�
“What’s this hold he’s got over you, Lily? He left when you were eighteen. He didn’t get in touch for over a decade—I don’t think he’s any good for you.�
“I can’t believe he would lead me on, knowing how much he hurt me.�
“Maybe he doesn’t realize the damage he did the first time.�
I sniff and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. “It felt so special last night. I thought he was coming back to me.�
“Oh, sweetie.� Chloe breathes. “I don’t want to upset you, but I’m worried that you’re going to get hurt. Remember the world that Ethan comes from now. He has his penthouse, his Ferraris, and all the rest. I don’t think he’s ever coming back to Payson. He’s in town on a business trip, and while that might mean the world to you, maybe he’s the one just passing the time.�
Her words are like a punch in the gut, but I know she’s trying to make me see sense. She’s right—why would Ethan ever return? He’s living the high life now, with his press releases and Italian girlfriends. I’m just a fond memory he chose to relive.
“I’m supposed to be seeing Vincent tonight.�
“That’s today?�
“He says he’s planned a surprise.�
“Are you going to go?�
“I don’t know.�
Chloe’s voice grows firm. “Lily, you should go. I know you’re hung up on Ethan, and I’m furious that he’s come into your life and messed with your head again, but you’ve got a chance to move on.�
“And who’s to say Vincent’s not the same?�
“Any guy could be, rich or poor, regardless. You’ve got to take a chance again someday.�
“I don’t know if I’m ready.�
“What are you on about? If Ethan fucking Steele hadn’t stormed back into your life, you’d be going on that date. Don’t let him set you back again. Come on, Lily—you were just starting to get somewhere.�
Mark leans in for a kiss, and I push him away. “Cut it out.�
“What’s wrong with you?�
“I’m trying to watch the movie.�
Someone from the row behind hisses at us to shut up.
Mark lowers his voice into a softer whisper. “You’re fucking frigid.�
“Charming.�
“Seriously, Lily, it’s been a couple of months now, and you won’t let me near you. Have I done something wrong?�
“It’s not appropriate in public, Mark.�
“Fine.� He stands up and storms out of the theater. I sit for a moment with the warm popcorn on my knees, the
n decide to follow him out.
He’s waiting in the foyer and frowns when he sees me. “Oh, you noticed when I left?�
“What’s your problem, Mark?�
“My problem is you don’t give a fuck about me, Lily!�
“That’s not true.�
“It is true. I’ve tried everything. I’ve gone the places you like to go and done the things you like to do. I traced a picture out of a book to make you think I could draw. And all the time, I know I’m never going to be as good as your precious Ethan!�
I fold my arms and turn my back on Mark. “You’re being ridiculous.�
“Am I? No matter what we do, it’s ‘Ethan this, Ethan that.’ If any other girl I was with spoke that much about her ex, I’d send her packing, but for some reason, I put up with it from you.�
I turn on him, my voice rising. “Why are you still here, then, if I’m such a chore?�
He looks defeated and lifts his hands. “Because I thought if I waited long enough, you’d get over him, and realize I’m a pretty great guy, too. But, you’re never going to get over him, and I obviously can’t live up to him. Just remember, Lily: if he cared, he’d be the one out on a date with you. He’s not here, though, is he?�
“You’re probably right,� I say. “Ethan’s had enough chances to make things right.�
“It’s his loss, Lily. You’ve got to look out for yourself now, and try and find some happiness. Biscuit is great, but you need more company than a cat. If you wait for Ethan to man up, you’ll be watching your life pass you by.�
“Okay.�
“Okay?�
“You win. I’ll go out with Vincent again.�
“Good for you, girl. Make sure you call me and let me know how it goes.� I hear the relief in Chloe’s voice.
“I will.�
“Keep your chin up. Ethan doesn’t know what he’s missing, and Vincent’s a lucky guy. You’re a catch, Lily. Don’t settle for anyone.�
Ethan
