How she smiled at me. I could get used to it. All of it. Waking up with her in my bed, wearing my shirt, taking her to the canyons or the beach or literally any goddamn place she wanted. Men liked to think they conquered women. What a crock. We were the weaker sex, helpless in the face of our lust. Brought down by a look, a whiff of perfume, the hint of a collarbone on a graceful neck…
