“Take it, Angel.” One time. This one time, and then she would end it. Pass him on. Let him find a new wife. Let herself pursue freedom. But this one, single time, she would take what he offered. What she desired. She would get him out of her mind forever. One time. She came up on her toes, closing the distance between them as he whispered—more breath than sound—a single devastating word, a word echoed in her heart. “Please.”
