shirt, the face everyone in the neighborhood trusted.
And I thought: This is how “nice guys” survive. They’re lovable. They’re harmless. They’re never the villain in anyone’s story—because they make sure the woman looks hysterical.
“Yes,” I said. “I am.”
Mark’s eyes filled. “This is insane.”
“No,” I said. “This is the most sane thing I’ve done in years.continue reading …
