Mark and Dawn dated for ten years. Dawn, a brunette with a sexy mouth, has a way of talking that makes you want to eat her up. And Mark did. I caught him watching her once. He stood alone by the bar with the sleeves of his denim shirt rolled up, biting his bottom lip, eyes narrowed, watching her move around the room.
Mark was killed by a drunk driver eight months after they were married.
Looking back, she knew. The Saturday before, they spent the evening in their dark living room and did nothing else but kiss for hours.