If I could fault her for one thing, it would be how she wore every feeling so clearly on her sleeve. There was such a thing as too much honesty with one’s heart and soul. Wasn’t there? I saw the moment she began to look at me differently, when she conceded me the first win in the battle for her heart. Pulse racing, I felt like a school boy who’d just been told his secret crush liked him back. In some ways, I was still that awkward kid needing to be liked. In the ways that mattered most, though, I needed more than just her like. I needed more than just her body. For the first time ever, I found myself needing a woman’s heart. The first piece of her heart I had won through honesty. That alone was new to me. Not that I was a dishonest person in general, but Chris Corsair tended to deliver the words his women had already scripted for him in their fantasies. I merely acted a role in their private plays.
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