His arms brace beside me, and as soon as he’s all the way inside me, he stills, his chest resting against mine. I can feel his heart thumping. I hate this because this should be a one-night stand, but the thing I am realizing is no matter how many years later it is, when you love someone the way I loved Tyler, well, when you say you’re over it, you’re lying. Fucking someone your heart wants is not a one-night stand.
