After he left for the hospital that morning, I was glowing. He left a lasting impression on me, and I hadn’t felt that satisfied in a long time. I went to work in the best mood, carrying the memory of our incredible night together. But as the hours passed, I realized I hadn’t heard from him, so I decided to send the first text, letting him know I had a great time. His response came quickly, full of enthusiasm. He shared that he also enjoyed my company and was eager to see me again.
Our texting continued, playful and intimate. He mentioned he was traveling with friends for 10 days, which I appreciated; it gave me clarity on why we wouldn’t see each other again so soon. When he returned, he wasted no time reaching out, and this time, I invited him for dinner at my place.
A Dinner That Turned Into Desire
Our conversations leading up to the date revolved around sports, politics, and then took a more intimate turn. I confided in him about my growing lingerie collection, which piqued his excitement. By the time the date arrived, he was practically bursting with anticipation. As he walked through the door, his arousal was already evident.
I wore a bodysuit of black and golden dentelle that left him mesmerized. Dinner was quickly forgotten as we rushed to my bedroom. The passion between us was electric; sensual foreplay melted into hard, pounding pleasure, with oral intimacy woven in between. Dr. Heartbreak delivered once again, leaving me breathless with not one but two orgasms.
We took a shower together afterward, where the passion reignited, leading to another round of intense lovemaking. Finally, we sat down to enjoy the dinner I had prepared, paired with the wine he brought. Over the meal, our conversation flowed effortlessly, challenging each other’s views and adding spice to our dynamic.
A Connection Beyond Passion
After dinner, he shared his love for music with me. Lying in bed, my head resting on his chest, he played his favorite songs and explained what they meant to him. To our surprise, we shared the same taste in music, deepening the bond between us. We fell asleep holding each other, and by morning, we were once again consumed by passion, starting the day with more intense lovemaking.
This rhythm became our norm: regular dates filled with sensuality, intellectual challenges, laughter, and consistent affection. For a while, I was genuinely happy. There was balance; fun, complicity, pleasure, and bonding time.
The Talk
Eventually, the time came to address the future of our relationship. One night, while in his arms, I opened up about love and shared my parents’ story; how they had built a marriage that stood the test of time, keeping the spark alive until the end. In contrast, his experience had been the opposite.
For the first time, Dr. Heartbreak allowed himself to be vulnerable, sharing deeply personal traumas from his childhood. Out of respect for his trust, I won’t share the details, but they left a heavy mark on him. He revealed he had vowed never to have children and didn’t believe in love. To him, no love story could last without leading to pain, and he had built an impenetrable armor to protect himself.
His vulnerability was touching, but his words were devastating. Here was a man who, despite his incredible qualities, had no faith in the connection we were building. He acknowledged my strength and the qualities that made me special but warned that his emotional shield would be a challenge to break.
The Beginning of the End
I should have walked away then. I knew I couldn’t break through the walls he had built. But instead, I saw it as a challenge—a challenge I was determined to take on.
Our relationship became a cycle of highs and lows. The highs came during our shared experiences, like attending a comedy show, watching basketball games together, or the unmatched intimacy we shared. But the lows were just as powerful; when he withdrew, protecting himself by becoming distant.
Despite his armor, it was clear we had developed an attachment. I could see it in his actions, even if he wouldn’t admit it. But I couldn’t ignore the toll it was taking on me. I realized I had to end things before I hurt myself further.
I returned to the dating app, seeking a way to detach from Dr. Heartbreak. That’s when I met the Bachelor. But as fate would have it, the story with Dr. Heartbreak was far from over…
