It was meant to be nothing, but a fun night in Vegas. Apparently, he didn't see it like that. What is wrong with me? I'm like a magnet for troubles. Now he's moving down the street with his wife? Who the hell knew he had a wife when we met in Vegas. I will never forget that night. His touch on my neck, the lips, and our kisses. The hair pull and his gentle hands sliding down my waist with such intensity that drove me mad. Our one-night thing was all meant to fade there. But something told me deep down inside me that I would see him again.