Chapter Eleven
I started thinking about Melanie again. At first it was by force of will to pull my mind away from Alia. Then I saw my former girlfriend downtown and we shared smoothies at a sidewalk café. She was looking great. She was all dressed up for business, polished, elegant and at the same time vibrantly Melanie. Same saucy dark hair. Same smile, although there seemed to be something about her that had changed. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly what that difference was.
She smiled easily, a little sheepishly, I think, as if she had something in particular on her mind. After the normal meaningless pleasantries, she finally spilled it out.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about, you know,” she even blushed, “the s*x we had, the way you kinda forced it on me.”
“I’m sorry i
