By the end of the night, it was as if I had just had the best sex of my life, without so much as having shared a kiss.
I knew nothing about him, except that I needed more.
And more I got.
Candlelit dinners, walks through parks, sensual kisses on street corners, and giggly phone calls lasting well into the night came, and came some more.
I was falling for him, and hard.
And I kept falling for him, even after I found out the truth.
Seven whole months later.–