Madison and I were walking through the mall when she asked a question that nearly made me stumble: “Do you think she’s cute?”

I was so taken aback I could only gesture vaguely in stupefied silence.

She seemed to think my response meant I didn’t know who she was talking about, so she pointed.

“That one,” she said. “See? Blonde. Sweet butt. Think she’s cute?”

I did see who she meant. I had, in fact, already noticed her among the streams of weekend shoppers.

The blonde in question was lithe and sensual-looking. I had secretly noted her, while trying to avoid clueing in my companion that I was ogling another woman. By that point, Madison and I had only had our first date a week ago. She was fun, smart and easy to be around. But I feared... Leer Más