The spark was lit. A lifetime of attraction scored deep into her body. His too, but she didn’t know that at the time.
There were moments of passion. Longer periods where they suffered the flip side of passion: hatred or even worse, disconnectedness.
But it was always there, lurking under the surface. He was an irremovable tattoo, to take him away forever would leave a nasty scar. She would only pick at it, anyway.