She was also one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever met. Erin was young, with smooth, nearly flawless skin, and I marveled at how perfect it felt to run my lips or fingertips over. Why?”
“She’s too perky… she’s like a Disney princess or something. Her dark, liquid eyes peered up at us, shining happily, and she wore an ecstatic smile. “We’re working on it now,” Henry said. Seeing her in distress on occasion was cathartic. I fell against the side of the bed and into Helen’s awaiting arms—she still lay on her stomach at the edge of the bed. Maybe she expected me to make a pass at her. I imagined that could get old for a lot of people, but when I was the constant target of Erin’s affections and doting, it was hard to find her anything but endearing. “Okay. There was no lock on the door, and she wasn’t allowed the privilege of anyone knocking.
