If I said I haven’t thought about Cam over the last year, then I’d be a big fat liar. For weeks, I carried him with me. Not only did he bury his very large dick inside me that night, but he buried his soul inside me too. I let myself mope around for precisely one month before I shoved the memory of him in the metaphorical garbage disposal. There was no point in pining over him. After I decided to put him out of my mind, grieving the loss of my long-term relationship with Tyler and building a new life for myself in New York City mostly kept me from thinking about Cam’s perfect pecs and toned
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