Had I simply been a good time until something else had come along? I lived in New York. I’m good.”
I stared directly into her dark brown eyes, assessing her situation while the corpse of my relationship was still cooling in my apartment. As someone who spent most of her time indoors reading and maintaining a rigorous skincare routine, she was almost translucent with a flawless complexion that probably needed to be studied by some kind of scientific organization. We had enjoyed tying each other down and dripping all sorts of things on each other’s bodies from hot wax to honey. “Why?” I repeated the question, attaching a completely different meaning to the word. Hell, better than good!”
“We were. The knowledge that she came particularly hard with that one spurred me on, and I kept thrusting, approaching that critical moment. She’s still in there, but she’ll be gone soon.”
Phoebe Lucas was a woman in her early forties who worked as a bank loan officer in New York. I’ve met your family for Christ’s sake.”
I waited for her to say something—anything—but she didn’t even look at me or acknowledge anything I was saying.
