An Affair To Remember
DANI
Bishop was right. He f*****g sucks at starting fires.
I’m not really in the mood to care now that the fire’s lit, but it literally took him thirty minutes. My hair’s almost dry already and so is some of my shirt. My jeans are still wet through, but I can hardly tell. I’ve drunk half of the bottle of the red Claret since we sat down. The rain begins to quicken, and so does the urgency within me.
I let Bishop step away from the fire and soon as he does, I launch into a new set of questions I’ve been dying to ask. He settles in beside me, stretching his long legs out on the floor-length rug.
“What was it like when we first met?” I peer at him behind the edge of my half-empty wine glass.
He squints. “You mean the very first time?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Well…” he hes
