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had touched me like no other man ever could have.
    The naked perfection I remembered, all covered in paint, brought on sleepless nights. I blamed it on my shift change from nights to days, though secretly I knew that it had been all Scar’s doing. When I finally managed to drift off for a few hours, I dreamt about him snowboarding and then holding my naked body against his the way he had in the cave after the avalanche buried us.
    While we never went all the way, the memory of his touch and his fingers playing with me, shattering me apart was as fresh in my mind as if it had happened yesterday. By the time I woke up, I was drenched in sweat and moist between my legs, and every possible muscle in my body ached. For years I’d searched for that same feeling with other men, and could never find it. When I returned home from the hospital, it took a few minutes for me to realize that Scar still had the same effect on me as he had years ago. Curiosity about what he’d been up to grew with each memory. I not only wanted to see him again, but I needed to see him. My fear of a broken heart had subsided over the past two years. I was a different woman – a stronger woman who no longer needed a man to satisfy her and make her whole. Yet there was a piece of my soul I knew had vanished when Scar disappeared from my life, and I wanted to see whether I could get it back.
    Colorful lights flashed inside the club, and the sound of seductive music hummed through me. My body buzzed with anticipation as I scanned the stage and then the bar. My gaze rested for a bit longer anywhere I saw a naked guy. Some habits never died, but at least I didn’t act on them anymore.
    Would Scar come out on stage? Was he even working tonight? Knowing that Scar was the last person on Earth I should be seeking didn’t help. He was my forbidden fruit, and if I took a bite, I was afraid that I’d give in to the one sin I’d been trying to stay clear of for over a year. I’d go around the corner looking for a guy to hook up with, hoping he could revive that feeling inside me I longed for – and that was of Scar’s fingers on me and inside me, probing and exploring. The pulsing between my legs throbbed each time I thought about it. To top it off, I was afraid that a one-night stand with Scar would never be enough. While my mind wouldn’t, my body was more than willing to sacrifice the past two years of remission for him. Every cell inside me that craved a man knew how unhealthy coming to this club was, but I didn’t care. The connection I still remembered between us was like an instinct that would never die.
    The club was slowly filling up. I chose a table at the back and ordered a bloody Caesar. The men didn’t come on until nine. In the meantime, a booby blonde took the stage and started molesting a pole. She bounced around as if she were a beach ball. Her boobs looked like beach balls too. If it were me, I’d demand my money back for the botched job the surgeon had done. I was pretty sure a pig slaughter would have been more precise.
    I should give her a referral to have them fixed.
    Self-awareness filled me as I felt someone watching me. I tried to find the source of the heat I was feeling on my face, then my chest, and lastly my legs, but I couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. Was it the drink? Or maybe it was just my nerves? Perhaps after having been abstinent for so long I’d lost my touch. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn my sister’s tight dress. I had shredded the skimpy outfits from my past, and since most of my wardrobe dated back at least a decade and was mostly filled with a rainbow of scrubs, I had dug through Zoey’s closet before coming here.
    When I inhaled the smell of vanilla mixed with a hint of paint, the same one I remembered from the hospital, I felt my nipples harden. My mind was definitely beginning to play games.
    “What the hell are you doing here, Jules?” I whispered to myself and took a long swig of my drink.
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