When we were by ourselves, I never felt as powerful or as needed as I did. Especially when I was the one constantly arousing him.

I was aware of how raw his voice sounded in the heat of the moment. As our bodies moved in unison, I recognized the scent of his skin. I was familiar with his appearance when he orgasmed.

I was aware of the gentle hugs and touches he preferred while we relaxed after sex. I was familiar with the way he embraced me while sleeping.

Even though we didn't visit most of ...