"Mary," I said softly, "I don't believe you."
"What, I'm telling the..."
"I know, Mary. I mean, I don't believe that you're selfish or wrong. You don't really think this is completely one-sided, do you? Ever since that kiss I've seen you as an attractive...no...sexy woman. Sophisticated and smart and with a perfect body. I loved you before that and looked up to you, but I really fell for you starting that day. And I wanted it, too. You might be older than I am, but only by two years. You took care of me when I was f****d up over Charly, but you never tried to force yourself on me. You never tried to make me do anything. That kiss the other night, and what you did for me afterward? I wanted it. I needed it. You kept me sane, and for the first time in a long time, I feel loved by a woman,
