I was sore. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t been that sore from sex since I had lost my virginity. I smiled, realizing I did okay with abstinence for a while. To be frank, my sex life plummeted with Trevor, and when I left him, we hadn’t slept together in months. I guess that should’ve been the first indication that our relationship was failing. I was a sexual person, so when I didn’t have the desire to be intimate with Trevor, a huge red flag should’ve been waving violently in front of me. I hadn’t noticed, though, I guess I was too comfortable and settled into a routine. I wasn’t going to dwell on it; my life had made a positive turn. I had everything going in for me. There were no complaints. I was alive and living in The City That Never Sleeps, my heaven on earth. I had a job and even a new boyfriend to show for my first week on my own. Even though my heart did ache for Trevor from time to time, I couldn’t let it stand in my way. Yeah, it may sound selfish, but I couldn’t put my life on hold for something I couldn’t feel in my heart.
