I lean against the shut bedroom door allowing myself to slide to the floor. My mind still focuses on Hamilton’s bare back and shoulders with water droplets glistening. His white towel secured low on his hips as it hints to what lies beneath. The eighteen months since I experienced what hid under his towel seems like only yesterday and at the same time an eternity ago.

I’ve replayed our time together over and over in my mind. His body, his words, and his touch are burned in my ...