That night, Andrew and I attended a feast in honor of his re-election. It was held on the Victorian floor of the building where Lisa’s wedding was to be held—the same floor, in fact. The same floor where Andrew and I once made love.
I blushed at the memory as Andrew and I walked by that very spot.
“Such wonderful memories here, right, Crystal?” Andrew whispered in my ear.
He smirked at me and winked, making me blush harder.
“Yes,” I whispered back, squeezing his bicep, “some of the best.”
“Onlysomeof the best?” he teased.
“Well, I have so many other amazing memories with you to compare them to.”
I bit my bottom lip suggestively when no one was looking. He chuckled and pinched my side playfully.
“Behave, love,” he mock-
