"You're a realist. That's admirable." George grinned. "Here, do it again, and we'll get a picture of it and I'll make millions."
He let out a sigh and took a drink. "I am not." Was he? "She's just..." He chewed on his tongue, trying to find the right word. A thing? No, she was all woman. Convenient? Maybe so, but that wasn't the attraction. "It's passing." But would it, really?
"Okay, so... sometimes I sleep better with her around, but it could be anybody, right? A warm somebody nearby."