I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.

Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I’d exchanged more saliva than sentences.

I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That I'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?

That’s what faith is, right?’ he says. ‘Believing in what can’t be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I’ll catch you, every time, and I won’t let go.

Ugh! Erin. You have a one-track mind." She smiled deviously. "I prefer to think of it as target-driven.

We talked--recent history only--and Lucas relayed the story of how Francis came to be his roommate. "He showed up at the door one night, demanding to be let in. Napped on the sofa for an hour, then demanded to be let out. It turned into a nightly ritual, with him staying longer and longer, until at some point I realized he'd moved in. He's basically the most brazen squatter ever.

I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.