Who the fuck was that guy? I had a terrible sense of Déjà vu—It feels like I know every part of him. The dreams, the incessant dreams come flooding back—all at once. He reminds me of the man that has haunted my sleep every night for the past three years. It’s always the sa...
Normally I would stay several more hours coursing through the tons of photos picking just the perfect ones, but I was in no mood to continue my emotional ping pong tournament with tall dark and gorgeous. He was potent. As soon as they began brea...