He was always good at it. Falling in love was the easiest thing to do, a combination of kind gestures and soft words that varied to some degree depending on the recipient. But it was all the same in the end. He knew all the moves, all the gestures of pleasure and decadence, all the things to light a fire in a woman’s heart.
But he was never good at the thing they wanted most. He admitted it to them all, hoping that it wouldn’t surprise them when he hurt them just like the rest. Commitment was a lost concept.