Chapter TwoGlass of wine to hand, I let the mouse pointer hover over His profile: my nameless partner for one sizzling night that is impossible to forget and remains the inspiration of many a resulting fantasy. My defences are down and I’m weak tonight, alone. Easily tempted by a glimpse of him and a reminder of what we shared just weeks ago. It seems like only yesterday. Despite trying my utmost to swallow any lingering emotions, a sense of loss tries to claw its way out of me.
The chat window in the corner of my eye alerts me to the fact that he is also online. Inevitably, I cave and send him a message.
“Hi!”
I immediately feel stupid for making contact because my mind is empty. All I’ve got to follow that up with is ‘what’s going on’. Blegh.
“Hey there, stranger,” he responds.
“Str
