Jennifer and I had made a lousy romantic pair, but one aspect of our relationship had been unquestionably superior. Calling Jenn a prude was, perhaps obviously, anything but accurate. In the light of day, we fought, we bickered, we nagged and nit-picked each other far beyond the limits of acceptable couple behavior. That was us with our clothes on. Put us in a bed, naked, and we rocked. I’ve had more than my share of women in the two years since Jennifer. Not one of those pretty ladies could hold a candle to Jenn when it came to burning up my bed.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov