Chapter 4

I had wanted it every night for three months.

I'd wanted him to hold me, to kiss me, to look at me the way he was looking at me now, like he wanted to swallow me whole.

But there was one thing in the way.

I asked, "Didn't you say once a week?"

It came out sounding hurt, and I couldn't hide it.

He froze for a second.

Then, he smiled.

It wasn't his usual polite, distant smile. This one was helpless and aching, the smile of a man who didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You fool," he…