Emilia got to my house early with a bottle of tequila. We did a few rounds of lick, sip, suck, and by that stage, it was easy to convince me into my favorite dress.

She sulked around about Evan a bit, but if Evan can’t appreciate her, he doesn’t deserve her. There are a million other guys out there who want Emilia. He can either toe the line or get in line as far as I’m concerned.

I haven’t worn this dress since before Mom and Dad died. It’s true the tequila loosened me up. But really, it’s Andy that has made the change in me.

I thought about him all day, and I got the impression that if I did nothing, he would disappear.

I can’t let that happen. These days, I try to imagine the rest of my life without Andy, and it always brings a pain to my chest.

I need to know more about him…I need to touch him. To tell him that someone cares for him.

I’ve suffered enough. I’m not going to put myself through hell anymore. Mom and Dad wouldn’t want that.

I’m going to take the shot.

I’m another five glasses of wine in when I hit the dance floor with Emmy. When she disappears, I know it must be because Andy is behind me.

We exchange a few words. I can’t focus. He’s wearing a well-fitted black shirt and charcoal pants. I haven’t seen him looking so fine.

I’m totally distracted. For a few seconds, I give in to my fear, that maybe he’s not interested…can’t possibly be. Then, I see his eyes.

The need. The hunger. I feel it, too.

I drag him away from the dance floor and into the nearest room. It’s dark and not so quiet, but it’s empty.

He starts kissing me gently as I turn around. His gorgeous long-fingered hands stroke my sides. His mouth is deep and hot.

I can feel myself getting wet, my pussy throbbing. I run my hands along his sides tightly under the fine black shirt. I rub up against him, and he moans softly.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

My chest feels cold and empty. I knew it. I’m too boring for him. My chest feels cold and empty.

“Why?” I ask it, sure I know the answer.

He clenches his fists. “I want you too much.”

I don’t understand for a second. Then I give him a hard shove. He falls on the bed, and I follow suit, bouncing down beside him.

I snuggle against him, breathing in his deep, clean smell.

“I want you, Andy. I really do.”

He rolls on to his side, drawing my face back to his for a deep kiss. He starts slipping the straps off my shoulders, grabbing my breasts, and the hard knot inside me begins to loosen. His strong arms wrap around my waist as he moves his mouth to my nipples.

My hips are writhing now. It’s been so long, I forgot how bright the fire can burn.

He runs one hand along my thigh and slides it up into my hot wet pussy. I grab his hand, pushing the palm against my clit as his fingers search deeper.

He teases my nipples with his teeth, alternating between small, soft nips and long, lingering kisses, and I thrash between his hands and mouth.

I shudder from the inside out, orgasm breaking over me, crackling through my nervous system. I gasp, pulling his face so I can kiss him deeply as my pussy spasms around his fingers.

He grins, holding me tight.

“That good, huh?” His voice is deep and soft.

I can only nod as I start to grind against his hand again. I dive in with my lips for more kisses. We tease each other’s tongues for a while before he pulls my dress down around my waist.

He sits up to look at me and squeezes my breasts.

“I’ve shown you mine,” I say, then I gesture at him. “Show me yours.”

He laughs, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the floor. He’s very pale, no tan, but his muscles are sculpted and gorgeous.

He’s strong, tall, and slender. Kneeling over me, he undoes the belt and lets his cock out.

It’s huge and straining. I open my legs, thinking he’s going to put it right in. I’m aching all over my pussy, my clit, and my lower back. As he leans his head down and pulls up my skirt, I can feel tremors inside me.

His lips touch my clit, and I grab the back of his head, pushing his mouth against me.

I gasp, squirming, knees falling open as he licks my clit, kissing it and sucking on it. He takes two of those gorgeous, long fingers and gently fingers my pussy. I’m grinding with my hips now, and it’s all too much.

I can’t hold on to his head anymore, and my arms fall back against the mattress. He lifts my hips, hands on my ass, eating me out as I come, again and again. His tongue inside me moves likes it’s looking for something, darting between my pussy and my clit.

He stops and eases his hands and head out from under my skirt. I’m trembling, moaning softly.

“Are you okay?” His eyes are dark and concerned in the soft light.

I nod, touching his face. “It’s just been a while for me.”

“For me, too.”

I move closer to him, smiling. “You going to put it in or what?”

He runs a hand over my shoulder and down to my breast, caressing the nipple with his thumb.

“You want me?” he asks, voice thick and low, but I hear uncertainty on his tongue.

I grab his hands, rocking my hips against him. “I want you. I want you forever.”

He looks so sad all of a sudden. I think I must have said the wrong thing. Then, he grabs my shoulders and leans down, kissing me deep and hard, pressing me against the bed.

He looks into my eyes, stroking my face.

“I want you, too. Forever.” His voice catches.

Then, all I can see are the broken pieces of our lives that fit together to make us whole. I don’t know all that he’s suffered. He doesn’t yet know anything about me, but that doesn’t matter.

We know that we fit. There’s a sense of completion, of security, in our joined souls. A feeling of comfort I never thought I would have again.

We fit. That’s all that matters. Together, the puzzle is complete.