I tried to smile, and prodded her for a bit more, “What did he tell you?”

She returned my smile coquettishly, and then swallowed the rest of her wine. She licked her lips and said with a naughty look, “Oh, you won’t like the last part.”

I groaned inside but said nothing.

“After laying an emotional guilt trip on me, he reminded me about the sex. In fact, I think he exclaimed, “But I thought the sex we had was the best ever for you, too, Harley?! Remember how your moans and groans filtered to the other rooms in my parents’ vacation home in the Cape?”

She paused, eyes amused.

I frowned.

And then I said slowly, “Really?”

“Did he rock your world, Harley?”

She looked straight at me, “I thought he did. He was partly right.”

“Partly?” I didn’t want an iota of what he’d said to be right.

“Has to be partly, Aerin,” she said, smiling with her eyes and her whole face now. “Because I thought that he’d been the best lay I’d ever had, until …”

“Uh huh?” I asked, annoyed. Maybe this sharing thing is for the birds.

“Until we kissed last night,” she said quietly.

I frowned a little, confused.

“Just a kiss?” I asked.

She smiled. “Not just a kiss. That kiss … now that’s something that rocked my world,” she answered.

I leaned over and laid a soft kiss on her lips.

I sat back before she had chance to react.

She’d closed her eyes when I kissed her, and they remained shut for a minute longer after I sat back.

When she slowly opened her eyes, she breathe out, “That’s what I mean.”

“I love kissing you,” I said quietly.

“Mmm … ditto,” she answered, licking her lips.

I swallowed the rest of my wine, refilled her glass, and then poured the rest of wine in the half-bottle into my glass.

“I must have slept with over twenty women over the last 12 months, Harley,” I said after a long pause after we’d each taken sips of the wine, laying that bombshell on her as gently as I could.

“Wow” she mouthed to me.

Before I could continue, my phone rang. I looked at her apologetically. She motioned to me that I could take the call.