Chapter 7
MARILYN
Shit! I can’t believe he actually showed up.
This is supposed to be Brett and Elsie’s night…
Not his.
But the touch of Liam Taylor’s lips on my cheek tells me what I already know. That the spotlight is his.
And on the large lamp-heated balcony, under the Manhattan blue moon, I remember what it felt like to have his lips on more than just my cheek, the memory of what had been between us a barely forgotten fantasy.
I remember the heat that used to exist between us. The balmy nights. Beads of sweat under my skirt. Red lipstick and collar stains.
That’s how I remembered our kisses. Back when the two of us used to have them…
The blonde currently on his arm erases each darkened dream, and as I scramble for what to say, a hand brushes against my bare arm, stroking the s
