"I met her my first year at Columbia. I noticed her, of course. She's beautiful and sweet, and never had an unkind word to say about anyone.
When she pursued me, I let myself be caught and she became my first consensual sexual experience."
"I hate her."
That made his mouth curve slightly.
"I'm not kidding, James. I'm sick with jealousy right now."
"It was just sex with her, angel. As raw as you and I fuck, it's still making love. Every time, from the very first time. You're the only one who's ever gotten to me that way."
I heaved out a breath. "Okay. I'm marginally better."
He kissed me. "I guess you could say we dated. We were exclusive sexually and we often ended up going to the same places as a couple.
Still, when she told me she loved me, I was surprised. And flattered. I cared about her. I enjoyed spending time with her."
"Still do, apparently," I muttered.
