Chapter Four
The first time was over too fast.
The second time lasted a bit longer, but it wasn't the love she remembered from years ago. The mad, passionate part was there. Plenty of madness. Plenty of passion. But something was missing. She couldn't put her finger on it.
Between rounds, Margo stared up at the nothingness of the tent ceiling, feeling oddly absent from herself, from her body. This was not the experience she'd been longing for. Had her relationship with Mitch actually been as good as it was in her memory?
Perhaps they'd become incompatible in their many years apart.
Maybe Mitch was a different person now.
Or was it Margo who'd changed?
She dressed hastily, trying not to wake sleeping Mitch as she did so. No such luck. As soon as she unzipped the tent flap, h
