“You’re the only one I want to tell. I love the boys, but there are just some things a man should share with his wife and no one else, don’t you think?” My cheeks flush, but in that small room, with the roaring fireplaces, and the storm outside, it feels awfully cozy and intimate; if I give into my embarrassment, I may very well shrivel up and die. So I try humor as a deflection technique. “If we’re really going to be husband and wife, then why haven’t you put the moves on me yet? I mean, we are sharing a room and all. The opportunities for seduction are ample.”
