The problem was that she wasn’t the kind of girl you could easily forget. Other girls he’d been with were disposable, really just a novelty to play with. A few words, followed by a half-hearted pursuit, and his looks took care of the rest—they spilled the secrets of their bodies to him easily and eagerly. Flesh splayed open over the sheets—it was sadly anticlimactic, though he did always manage to finish.
Yet she had asked for more from him. She hadn’t made it easy, and the challenge of it had worked its way inside him and lodged deep, like a tapeworm. And during the chase came the heady realization that she was the type of girl you made a wife out of. A mother.
So he’d gone through all the proper motions, and when those hadn’t worked, well, it was time to up the ante. He loved her, righ
