Then it hit me.
I slid down the sink, ass hitting the cold floor, knees buckling like they’d been cut. My back scraped the cabinet door on the way down, but I didn’t even feel it. I pressed both hands over my mouth to muffle the sob that ripped out of me anyway — ugly, broken, the kind that makes your whole body shake like you’re freezing even though the room was suddenly a million degrees.
I wasn’t crying because I missed his d**k.
Okay, fine — technically it was good. Really good. The way he used to grip my hips like I was the only thing keeping him alive, the little groan he made right before he came, how he’d kiss me through it like he was scared I’d disappear.
But that wasn’t it. That wasn’t why my chest felt like someone had reached in and twisted my heart until it popped.
It w
