Chapter 10
I’m too old to be so excited by the thought of Ephram naked in my bed. Nonetheless, I was. To the point that I kept glancing at the clock to see how much longer I had to wait before he would close the gallery for the night.
The last time I felt this way was with Claude—at the beginning—before we decided there had to be more to a relationship than just s*x. That was four years ago. Would this turn out to be the same? Good s*x—hopefully—and then Ephram moving on.
I wasn’t about to include Ian in my ‘romantic’ memoires. To start with, I never got beyond the ‘Can he really be interested in me?’ phase before he proved definitively that he wasn’t. Or rather, not ‘me’ as a love object. At least I know Ephram has no ulterior motives.
I suppose time will tell. Speaking of which…I gla
