@Kavon #MarkTwainSaidItBest I’m not even sure he was talking about the magazine anymore. I wanted to ask him if this had anything to do with us. Was I someone people settled for? No, I wasn’t. I would never want to be. It’s the reason why I wouldn’t go back to Kevin. I spent the last two days of our make-believe honeymoon trying to keep my distance from him—from us. It was like trying to put a Band-Aid on a cut before it ever happened. It was impossible. And the more I tried to get away, the more he was near me, next to me, deep inside me. Secretly, I loved it—every minute of his attention. But the thought of him taking it away had me locking myself in the bathroom, rocking in the corner. We couldn’t even board the plane without him pulling me, laughing, into its poor excuse for a bathroom. Tugging the hem of my shirt with one hand, he pulled open the bathroom door with the other.
