The rest of my weekend was spent with Nash, laid up in his bed—walking around naked—he took me on every surface of the apartment and to my surprise, had the house mysteriously cleaned up when I had been sleeping Sunday afternoon. So come Monday morning, I was sore, tired, and had a smile on my face I couldn’t get rid of. Not to mention an ache in my legs and body that was both good and painful.

Every moment that we spent together was constantly replaying in my head as ...