Each friend represents a world in us, a world of possibility not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
~Anais Nin~
Romano.
There she was, silently sleeping beside me. Sunlight sneaked through the window, slipping down her glossy hair spread out over the pillow, long eyelashes resting still on her lower eyelids. She must be exhausted, so I let her sleep. She needed the rest. We had arrived a few minutes before 5 am. As I watched her sleep, I remembered every word she'd told me, the way we made love twice in the jet, and once more before we both fell asleep.
I was beginning to think I might never get enough of her. It was a scary thought. To be one of those one-woman men, like Raphael, yet even as terrifying as that thought was, I knew I wo
