There’s nothing like a good summer tradition. That ice cream place you have to get a scoop from at the start of the season. The lake house you love to visit with family. The threesome with your husband’s best friend to round out a trip back home.
Since our last encounter, Alex and I stayed in close touch but had sadly found less time to flirt with each other than before. Still, when we met up for dinner on our last night in town, his hands were all over me, and I knew exactly where the night was headed. (Apparently one of Alex’s partners was also leaving some lingering touches on Max, setting the stage for a potential expansion of this little threesome, but maybe that’s next summer’s story…)
We didn’t have a bunch of time before we needed to hit the road, but Alex followed us back home after dinner to crack a beer with Max and make sure I was satisfied.