““How do you talk to a new love about an old one, especially so early in a relationship? If I’d brought it up earlier in the week, spilled the whole story about J and me, it might have appeared I was being way too open way too soon. Plus, when I was with Marlboro Man, right or wrong, J hardly crossed my mind. I was too busy staring at Marlboro Man’s eyes. Memorizing his muscles. Breathing in his masculinity. Getting drunk on its vapors. But now, standing in the dark and feeling so close to him, I wished I’d told Marlboro Man the whole story. Because as uncomfortable as the truth was, the incessant after-midnight phone calls were worse. For all Marlboro Man knew, it was my next date for the evening--or worse, my sugar daddy, Rocco, wanting to know where I was.””
