My wife used me to play blind love box with my little sisters. I was addicted.
Language: en
In the third year of my marriage to Sarah Montgomery, I overheard her friends asking her: "Sarah, if we pretend to be you and take turns holding hands and kissing your husband, he really won't notice?" Sarah carelessly smoothed a stray strand of hair from her temple, utterly unbothered. "He has face blindness, he won't notice." "But just so we're clear, have your fun, but don't sleep with him. I don't want seconds; that's just dirty." For the past three years, the person I'd been dating, holding hands with, and kissing, was never Sarah Montgomery. Of course, I knew. I also knew that…