![]() When I smiled and told him this, it made no difference. And if he was in a mood and I wanted something, a small thing - a light turned on, a fan turned off - I found that if I said the opposite, it worked like a charm. I wore his sweaters, he ate off my plate, and we spent most nights at his apartment on Ninety-first Street. He loved to cook but burned his food, and he slept with the windows open. He wore Vetiver and Eau Sauvage, and when he didn’t, his skin was like warm sun. ![]() He was chivalric and competitive, puritan and sensual. We had been together more than a year, and there were things I had learned. ![]() Published by arrangement with Spiegel & Grau, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. This is an excerpt from the book "Come to the Edge" by Christina Haag. Her memoir, Come to the Edge, chronicles their long friendship and five-year love affair. ![]() Christina Haag is an award-winning actress and a New York Times bestselling author. ![]()
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