We went to prom as stag besties. You didn’t look at me like you looked at other women, but by then that had been the reality for so long that I didn’t think about it. I had learned years ago how to swallow getting lost in your eyes, your smile, your clever words. But now, almost two decades later, you look at me like you looked at them, and the schoolgirl that never saw the light of day has become a powerful matron. And the truth is, I still get lost in your sly grin. Maybe this time we can do something about it.