No other man had been able to do what he did to me. Since that weekend, I had dated some and slept around when I wanted but it was never like that. Never that all-consuming, fuck up my head and steal my soul type of sex. And maybe it never would be again but fuck, I still missed it. Missed him. And sometimes, on nights when I sat in my luxury home, sipping expensive wine, I silently thanked him.
