"Does he treat you well?"
"Yes," she whispered, but I could see a flash of insecurity in her expressive doe eyes. So I leaned even closer. So close that I could hear her erratic heart beats.
"Let me rephrase that. Does he satisfy you, Bambi?"
Her lack of answer told me what I needed to know.
"You're too good for him," I murmured. Her hair felt so soft against the tip of my nose, and her scent made me crave her more than ever. I needed her. But most of all, I needed to show her how such a beautiful goddess should be treated.