Lessons in Heartbreak [antikvár]

PROLOGUEIn her head, she knew what she was doing was wrong. She lay, Open-eyed in the dawn, feeling the length of his naked body next to hers, warm despite the chill of the room. She'd never slept naked before, and now wondered how there was any other way.Of course, you needed another body beside yours; a body like his, hard with physical exercise, taut and lean, not an ounce of flab on him, and fiercely strong.Yet he was so gentle with her. His hands with their tender pianist's fingers had drawn whorls on her pale skin the night before, his eyes shining in the soft light of the dim bulb.With his hands on her skin, her body became like nothing she'd ever known before: a treasured thing made for being wrapped up with his and adored.'You're so beautiful. I wish this moment could go on for ever,' he'd said in the low voice she loved. There wasn't anything about him she didn't love, really.He was perfect.And not hers.Their time was stolen: a few hours here and there, holding hands under the table at dinner, clinging together in the vast