One Night Stand With Mr. President
“Bye, Jayden.”
Later that evening, as we walked down the beach under the fading sun, I asked, “Did it bother you? Seeing him?”
Richard shrugged. “I’m not threatened by something I’ve already won.”
Another day, we stopped by a small bookstore café. I was reaching for a novel when I heard a voice say, “That one’s really good.”
I turned. Nora.
She looked effortlessly beautiful, as always — tailored pants, soft curls, perfect lipstick.
“Thanks,” I replied, placing the book back.
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