For the first time, I’ve been shown what’s possible—and how it should feel when you’re fully, sexually satisfied. I’ve never gotten off without helping. I always have to use my hands, or a toy. But that’s twice now that Maddox has made me come all by himself. The worst part—the part I’m still trying to make peace with—is that I feel more seen in five minutes with Maddox than I have in two years with the man I thought I’d eventually marry.
