"I have loved you in every manner that my imagination could contrive. I have wanted you so deeply that my body sang with pain and pleasure."
Nick Bantock, Sabine’s Notebook
HThe next morning dawned, and Evan was still in bed with me, his arm flung around my waist. He hadn't left me in the pale light of morning. I turned over to watch him sleeping. I wondered how long it would last. How long would this happiness be mine?
His eyes opened and he caught me staring at him. He stretched and yawned out, "Good morning, I need coffee. Would you like some?"
I started out of bed but he put a hand on my arm, saying, "Hang on. I want to show you the espresso maker."
What espresso maker?
We walked into the kitchen and there was a strange-looking appliance on the other side of the stove. When did
