Ethic knew it was wrong to string her along, but she was always so available to him. Even when he told her that he wasn’t looking to make things serious, she still stayed. She still cooked, and sucked, and fucked, and catered to him, as if she was doing it to earn a prize. Their sexual chemistry was amazing; but in every other aspect between a man and woman, they were flat. Ethic didn’t know if his standards were just too high, or if Dolce was falling short, but he couldn’t give her more.
