Sure, David was quite a bit older, but he had these deep blue eyes and was one of the most skilled and generous lovers we’ve ever had. We’ll never forget that weekend in Narragansett.
So what if he was 32 when we were born? Stephen was a really sweet guy.
Richard’s not even that old. Our mom freaked out because his kid’s 27, but he just had her young.
That passionate gaze, the brooding silences—we knew from the beginning we were only drawn to Howard because he reminded us of Conrad, but maybe that’s okay sometimes.
It never would’ve lasted, but in those few short weeks with Thomas, he brought the flower of our womanhood to full blossom.
Mark was intelligent, worldly, and kind. We really could see ourselves with him long term. But within a couple months, it was clear he was still in love with his wife who had passed several years before, and no matter how much he said he loved us, he would never look at us the same way.
His trembling hands had been seasoned by decades of labor, but there was such strength in his softness. We’d never known such tenderness—that is, until we met Conrad.
God, we can’t even look her in the eye anymore.
Proved that age is nothing but a number, at least until the stroke.
We left Glenn because we wanted a taste of the high life, but now we’d trade all these nights of champagne and limousines just to feel his soft caresses again.