*Delilah*

My chest moved up and down quickly to match my breaths. It had been five years since I’d last seen Andrew, and he was wearing no clothes at that time.

That night was almost like a fever dream when I thought about it. If it weren’t for my children, and the mark on my shoulder that never faded, I would’ve thought I’d dreamt it.

I’d stopped feeling anything for him once I’d gotten a certain distance away, but now I could feel his longing, ...