It always will be.

Sure looks like that’s working out well for you,” I say, piercing him with a scornful look.

You really need to get out more. Where’d you glean that interesting nugget? The desperate men’s journal perhaps?

Oh, oh. My heart starts that quivering, fluttering thing it does whenever he hints at his desire for me. Lacing his fingers through mine, he moves to close the gap between us. I know he’s...