But it’s not the sex I’m insatiable for; it’s the woman. The way my heart pounds when she opens up the door, the way my blood simmers and my nerves settle the moment she’s in my arms. The way she tastes when she presses three simple words to my lips, three words I never knew I needed: I missed you. We spend the next hour coasting around the lake, taking breaks every time Cara complains that the reflection of the sun on the glittering ice is the reason she can’t skate straight, and I get lost in the way that same sun dazzles in her eyes. Finally, I gaze into the sky as the sun starts its
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