“A second date,” he says. “Must be serious.” His voice has an edge to it this morning that wasn’t there last night. When Preysee leaves for my perfumes, I mutter, “Jealous?” “Brutal honesty?” I shoot him a look that says, “Duh.” He’s standing behind me as I face my full-length mirror, and his velvet words caress my skin. “Annoyingly so.”
