But it was everything. All of him provoked me, and I could no longer control it.
For Heaven’s sake, why was I behaving like a girl?
I had been married once. I had almost had a child. I shouldn’t have felt so inhibited in the presence of a man I desired, and who, after that kiss, would evidently respond to me. I suppose another woman in my situation would not have gone so far as to put the milk in the microwave, and would have preferred to be struggling with the buckle of his belt, or perhaps…
I shouldn’t have overthought it either; if I had talked about it with Alexander at some point, and if it weren’t so uncomfortable to think about, everything would have been easier. The main problem was that I could not expect more from him that night, and being aware of that mortified and embarrass
