The Man Who Loved in Theory
Language: en
During our sophomore year at Northwestern, I caught Sienna Reed kissing my boyfriend behind the campus boathouse. She pulled back from his mouth, looked at my trembling hands, and offered me a slow, amused smile. "Tell you what, Nora—I'll give you Adrian, and you let me keep yours," she said, smoothing down her cashmere sweater. "What I feel for your guy is purely biological. I can't bring myself to kiss Adrian anyway. You and Adrian are both so rigid, so prudish. You’d make the perfect little antique pair." I turned toward the gravel path where Adrian had just arrived, his jaw rigid, his…