She knew she had hurt his feelings again. The last time it happened, she pleaded and promised, even laying curses on herself should there be a repeat of that wrong or any wrong at all. She desperately wanted to please and love him, even a fraction of how much he loved her, but he seemed too perfect. He knew, without her promises or curses, that he would forgive her anyway. Love had a way of seeing through these things. Yet, it had only been three days since the last makeup, and she had once again fallen short. She felt incapable of ever satisfying him; she was just too daft. And now she thought of it, how hard was it to refuse Jacob’s advances?