I Have One One Type: Eva Lauren

Oh, Eva." He Rubbed His Cheek Against My Damp Face. "i Must've Wished For You So Hard And So Often You Had No Choice But To Come True.

Sometimes I Wanted To Believe Something So Badly, I Deliberately Manufactured Excuses And Ignored Painful Reality.

You’re My Wife, Eva. I Don’t Care If Anyone Else Knows It Or Not, I Know It. And I Want To Come Home To You, Have Coffee In The Morning With You, Zip Up The Back Of Your Dresses, And Unzip Them At Night.

There Was Nothing So Attractive As A Powerful, Handsome, And Self-assured Man.

It Was The Nature Of Our Relationship To Be Lusty And Emotional, Earthy And Raw. The Trust That Held Us Together Also Opened Us Up To Each Other In Ways That Made Us Both Vulnerable And Dangerous. And It Would Get Worse Before It Got Better.