I watch him get up and walk towards the bathroom. Three years and I still can't get enough of looking at that man. He was like my kryptonite. Dante was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my lover. At sixteen, he took my virginity, and I had been a slave to my passions for him since. "Are you day dreaming again?" he asked from the bathroom. A smile creeped onto my face. "No, just remembering the first night we met," I repli...