For months, we indulged in our rendezvous, each night a symphony of passion and raw emotion. As dawn approached, he would vanish, leaving behind the ghost of his touch and the lingering warmth of our shared intimacy. Unlike my previous relationship with Allie, there was no suffocating neediness; Drex's absence brought a strange sense of liberation. The incessant visions and haunting voices that once plagued me had miraculously vanished, replaced by a tranquil silence that was both comforting and unsettling.
My days fell into a predictable rhythm: wake up, go to work, avoid Keegan at all costs, and return home to wait for Drex while playing with Ash. Each day was a waiting game, filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Some nights he would come, and others he would not, but his unpredictability became part of the allure. It made his presence all the more precious.
