She thought about the other boyfriends. The parade of them that stretched back through the years like a trail of broken promises. Each one had started the same way: charmed by her beauty, captivated by her warmth, eager to possess her. And each one had ended the same way: disappearing when things got real, when families got involved, when the prospect of commitment became too intimidating.
*Beautiful enough to spend the night with, but not good enough to introduce to their families.*
She'd told herself that Thomas was different. That he'd chosen her, truly chosen her, despite the obstacles. That the difference between them was just a hurdle they'd overcome together.
But she'd been wrong. So terribly, tragically wrong.
Thomas had never chosen her. He'd chosen what she could give him. He
