I attempted to smile at the man with furrowed, wild eyebrows and well-groomed brown hair gently dangling from a wild and attractive face. His piercing brown eyes were placed attractively in their sockets. After a gunshot wound left him with a scar extending from just under his right eyebrow to the opposite eye and ending on his upper lip, he was burdened by the loss of his loved ones. Nevertheless, he maintained his attractiveness over the years.

I set my cup down for a moment, mixed the eggs for cooking, and looked at him. “I had a one-night stand,” I disclosed. I believed he had a right to know what...