Chapter Nineteen
In Time
We lay in bed, his bed, his apartment, his sheets, his towels in the bathroom and his food in the fridge, just like it had been when I believed he was nothing more than a creatively horny lover.
“Look into my eyes,” JD said.
I did.
“I’m so terribly sore,” I said.
“I know. But you’re still beautiful.”
“You really mean that?” I wanted to believe him, but it was still hard, as hard as it was to forget my anger.
“I do.”
“But I don’t understand how you could you do this to me, even be the kind of man to blackmail a woman and say with any sincerity that you love her.”
“Love has a thousand guises, Natalie, a hundred names, and as many incarnations as there are people who feel its thrill. Don’t denounce my love for you because you don’t understand it. I don’
