Montana

Nestled in the warmth of our king-sized bed, Carson cuddles my back against his front for several long moments as we talk.

Tonight, I pull away, lying on my side to face him. The pale moonlight allows me to see his face. Too many thoughts clog my mind.

What if we have no sexual chemistry in the bedroom, or if we’re not compatible sexually? Will our marriage and friendship end? What if he has terrible habits that I can’t bear? What will happen if I ...