10
DANTE
Her hair was wilder than she was, made that way by me. Damn if the thought of that didn’t make my d**k thrust its chest out a little.
I did that.
The last three years, I’d politely declined my fair share of women sent my way by caring family members or even winking buddies at the bar.
After losing Lilly, I lost my appetite for all things female. It hurt too much. I compared every girl to her—which wasn’t right.
The best way I found to meet my s****l needs was via hookup apps, where everything was laid out on the table. The exchange was transactional; I used protection, and a second date never happened.
Nice and clean.
It was like drinking a meal replacement to survive instead of sitting down and enjoying the whole feast.
To act like it took the place of the real deal was
