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That was when Dr. Aretino noticed that the curtains had opened. I lifted my hand so that he saw me. I smiled and nodded so that he knew who'd done this.

Even from there, I could see the way his whole face reddened. Until, of course, he saw his wife. Then it went a white to match the table cloths. And whiter still when he saw the Dean of Arts stand up from his table.

Liam came over to my table and sat beside me. "That worked out nicely, considering."

I grabbed his tie and pulled his lips to mine in a celebratory kiss.

Epilogue

I agreed with Liam. All things had worked out, considering.

Dr. Aretino's wife frog marched him from the hall. The next day it was all anyone could talk about on the campus. The scandal. Dr. Aretino resigned faster than you can say divorce settlement.

Per university policy, all the students in his class finished with whatever grade they'd had at the time of Dr. Aretino's leaving. It wasn't a great grade for me. However, all the other professors became immediately more friendly to me. Professor Di Cenzo re-graded my paper, for instance.

I got an A+. I'd been figuring on an A, but I didn't complain.

Without Dr. Aretino, my overall grades made a remarkable turnaround. The advisory board took me off academic probation.

Abigail had showed up because, as Liam had put it, someone back at the home office had forgotten to revoke her system privileges. She’d known right where he’d be and when he’d be there. And had (rightly) assumed I’d be there, too.

However, I almost didn't care about any of that any more.

I took the option to stay in Rome for the rest of the school year. Liam stayed as well. Actually, I've spent pretty much every night for the last three months with him.

Winter had settled over Rome. There wasn't any snow, but it had gotten colder and wetter and I didn't want to be anywhere else, so long as Liam was with me.

I woke up that morning in his king-sized bed. Except he wasn't there when I reached over to touch him. My fingers met the smooth bed sheet instead. I opened my eyes, jerked to alertness by his absence.

"Liam?" I said, gathering the sheet around me.

"In the kitchen!" he called back.

I stepped down onto the floor, which felt pleasantly cool against the soles of my feet. As soon as I left the bedroom, I smelled breakfast. Eggs of some kind, I thought. I padded towards the kitchen.

Liam heard me coming. "No! Go sit at the table, would you?"

"What are you up to?" I said. I wanted him to come back to bed.

"You'll see. Table, now."

I went and sat at the table, wondering whether I should let the sheet slip down and reveal that I'd gotten up the same way I went to bed: in my birthday suit. That would convince him to come back to the inviting mattress with me.

He came out wearing flannel pajama bottoms and an apron tied around his bare torso. He came bearing a tray with a glass of orange juice in one corner, a small vase with a rose sticking up out of it, and a plate in the middle.

"Is this...?" I said as he sat the tray down in front of me.

"Frittata. I told you I'd make it for you."

"Took you long enough," I said. I'd almost forgotten about that particular breakfast rain check. Almost. I grabbed the fork and knife on either side of the plate, the sheet slipping partway down my shoulders.

Liam leaned down and kissed my bared skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. I don't think I could ever tire of how nice his lips felt on me.

"Go on, take a bite," he said.

I did. It was delicious. I told him so.

He kissed me again, this time turning my face so that he could get to my mouth. "Good. Then I hope you'll let me make those for you for the rest of our lives."

The End

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