The evening was quiet, except for the soft splashing of water from the jacuzzi. Andrew sat in the steam with his eyes half-closed, his thoughts far away. He heard the door open and your soft footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes for a moment, saw the robe on you… then closed his eyes again and smiled.

“Please tell me there’s nothing under the robe… I want you to finally see something really good.”

His voice was hoarse, tired, yet full of familiar, playful desire. He’d seen me naked a thousand times. Every time he looked at you, he felt the same thing over and over again: it was love at first sight. And it still was. Maybe he wasn’t really interested in your looks, but he found the other half in you. The one he couldn’t live without.