I left the lightest of touches on her cheek before planting one last kiss as soft as butterfly wings across her lips before turning away and getting out of bed. While I was watching her and fighting the urge to climb into the tub with her and maybe have her again, I’d also been thinking.

It’s not lost on me that I’ve never been this way with anyone else, that my mind didn’t take the same path it usually does after sharing a bed with the opposite sex. In the ...