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looking into my eyes.
    I meet his gaze as he releases me and pulls out of me. Instantly, I feel empty, cold, and I push that from my mind as he rolls off the condom and discards it in the adjoining bathroom.
    My eyes trawl over him as he dresses, and he turns to me. “I’ll go downstairs and get your clothes for you.”
    “Thank you,” I say softly when he leaves.
    With the space between us now, I feel exposed. I get up and grab the robe from the back of the door. Tyler comes back just as I wrap it around my stomach. I take my clothes from him and all but run into the bathroom to change.
    My hands shake as I pull off the stockings. What have I done? Sex twice with the same person—that’s a major rule breaker. One night only. It has to be that way or those pesky little strings pop up. They entwine you with the other person and…
    I take a deep breath. Realistically, I know the chances of seeing Tyler again are very slim. I can tell Sheila that I was uncomfortable with his way of shooting alone and she won’t book me with him again. And if I happen to see him on the street, I can just pretend I don’t recognize him.
    “Liv? Are you okay?”
    “Yep. Two seconds.” I pull a hairband from the pocket of my jeans and gather my hair into a ponytail before I open the door. “What should I do with the underwear?”
    “Give it to me. I’ll see it gets back to the right place tomorrow.”
    “Okay.” I hand it to him.
    What do I do now? It’s not like I can just say, “Well, thanks for the fuck. Bye!”
    I stand by the door awkwardly as he packs away his camera. “Well, bye,” I say lamely.
    Tyler looks up. “Do you need me to call you a cab?”
    “No, I drove. Thanks though.” I smile and turn away.
    “Hang on.” He crosses the room and spins me into him, pressing his lips against mine. “One for the road,” he whispers with a smile.
    I blink at him and turn away without another word. Somehow, I make it down the stairs without running or falling, and I don’t breathe again until I’m in my car.
    I turn the radio up to drown out the mass of thoughts in my head as I drive away from the cottage, but it doesn’t work.
    All I can think of is the way my lips are still tingling after his last kiss.

    Easy breathing, easy stretching, calming thoughts. I haven’t done any yoga in a while, but the urge overcame me this morning to get out my mat and do it.
    It’s a preventative action. A coping method I pull out when things get a little murky. When that addiction nudges at the back of my mind.
    We all have something we’re addicted to. For some people, it’s alcohol or drugs. For some people, it’s real things that are tangible. Things you can physically touch and taste and see.
    For other people, they’re addicted to less visible things. They’re addicted to feelings and sensations and things that can slip away as easily as water can run through their fingers.
    That’s me. That’s my downfall. The things many people take for granted, the things they don’t always recognize are there—they’re the things I’m addicted to.
    Intimacy. Connection. Love.
    I’m in love with love, and that only strengthens my desire for the other things. I crave the intimacy of knowing someone so deeply that there’s no part of their soul you haven’t seen. I need the connection of someone knowing me that deeply.
    They’re dangerous things to hold together. They are strings, they are connecting factors, and they are a bittersweet addiction. If you add the three together, they’ll eventually form the addiction to the person.
    This is why I have rules. Does it really matter if I sleep with a different guy every couple of weeks? Does that make me a horrid person? I decided long ago that it doesn’t. I’m as human as everyone else. I have the same base desires, but I have to protect myself as I fulfill them.
    Ross was great. Despite what Dayton and everyone else thought, there was no intimacy. He was my fuck buddy and I was