Chapter Thirteen
For three months Oliver Dancer and I played with our relationship. The sweetness of it sometimes overwhelmed me. The belief that he loved me to my very core filled me full. And the s*x was more than it could have been with Nathan because at those moments, Oliver was wholly committed to me, completely inside me asking for and receiving, and then giving back. When we were not intimate lovers, we were intimate professional associates, and when we weren’t professional associates, we were intimate friends exchanging more than s*x and psychology. Some of our times together were profoundly erotic without being physical. Like the time we spent the day taking in art galleries in the tiny neighborhoods around the city. His hand would be on me, but only tentatively as though
