**John**

I smash my fist into the mirror, shards of glass piercing my hands, but I don’t care. As blood runs down my arm, I savor the feeling, its warmth. It brings me back to my present.

She was supposed to be a one-time thing, a point to be made, nothing more. But as soon as I left her, I wanted nothing more than to return and wrap my arms around her. Her pull is a force like gravity.

Being with her was an exhilarating, pure pleasure that excites me even now. Her ...