It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

“It’s fine!” I hear Theo yell.
Josh starts shaking his remote, hitting buttons, but then he yells, “Shit!”
He tosses the controller aside and picks up the phone, bringing it closer to his
face. “We lost.”
Theo appears behind him. “That doesn’t look like a wedding. Where are
you?”
I don’t answer him. “I might be a little late tonight.”
“Oh, are you at Lily’s?” Theo says, moving closer to the phone screen.
He’s grinning. “Did you finally kiss her? Can she hear me? What line did you
use to get her to invite you in? Lily! We watched people wed, let’s hop into
—”
I immediately end the call before he finishes that rhyme, but Lily heard
that whole conversation. She’s standing a few feet away from me, holding
two glasses of wine. Her head is tilted in confusion. “Who was that?”
“Theo.”
“How old is he?”
“Twelve.”
“You talk to a twelve-year-old about us?”
She seems amused by this. I take a glass of wine from her, and right
before I sip it, I say, “He’s my therapist. We meet every Thursday at four.”
She laughs. “Your therapist is in junior high?”
“Yeah, but he’s about to get fired.” I wrap my hand around Lily’s waist
and pull her to me. When I kiss her, she tastes like the red wine she poured. I
kiss her deeper to get more of that taste. More of her.
When she pulls back, she says, “This is weird.”
I don’t know what she’s referring to as weird. I hope she’s not referring to
us, because weird is the last word I’d use to describe this. “What’s weird?”
“Having you here. Not having a kid here. I’m not used to free time, or…
guy time.” She takes another sip of her wine and then separates from me. She
sets her wineglass on the counter and walks toward her bedroom. “Come on,
let’s take advantage of it.”
I follow her lead entirely too quickly.