He wasn’t just handsome, you see. Handsome, I could’ve resisted. So many young men in my circle had those same good cheekbones, the chiseled jaw and straight nose, hair the same burnished gold as an old coin. All of them could wear a suit well and hold a cocktail just so and knew exactly how to light a woman’s cigarette in a way that felt both chivalrous and the tiniest bit predatory.
