Something about that deep baritone made me melt like wax, soft and pliable to his whims. I decided to text him. I needed that electronic distance between us. That way I could keep emotion out of the equation. Angie: I got your pictures. I called them pictures instead of photos. It was my way ...
I hadn’t had sex in over a year, which was especially sad since I’d been married for the previous five years. To be fair, two of those years of marriage were happy ones. The other three were pretty rocky. Not in a big a dramatic way, but in the boring “I’ve stopped caring” kind of way. My h...