Sitting up right, I pull the flaps of my night robe together. "It is nothing. It's been over for years. I don't want to bother you with the details. It's really not that important."

Yes. I'm a fucking liar, but our relationship right now—we do not particularly have a solid one yet, but whatever this is, it is off to a rocky start. And even if I hate to admit it, I am enjoying his company tonight. He looks rather handsome when he smiles. It is a beautiful thing to watch.

Why ...