Chapter 10
“Do you remember your first lover?” Jasmine asked. “No, don’t speak, just think of him. Remember the touch of his hands, the feel of his body against yours. Do you recall the color of his eyes? Remember him, my darling, with all your strength. Remember when it was good, when you couldn’t get enough of each other, when you couldn’t stop touching each other, when you let the dinner burn and the cows go unmilked because you couldn’t wait to have each other…Do you remember, my darling?”
Faith thought of her Nick, in the good years, before he’d grown bored with her and started drinking, of kisses behind the gooseberries and his hands cupping her buttocks as she rode him in the night, and she nodded.
“What was his name? Tell me, now.”
“Nicho—” That much, Faith got out before she realized her voice had emerged in a man’s deep register. Her eyes flew open again and she sat up, ignoring Jasmine’s attempts to hold her down