While I had matched with the Bachelor on Bumble and briefly entertained the idea of exploring something new, my heart was still with Dr. Heartbreak. The emotional highs and lows had exhausted me, but I wasn’t ready to fully walk away. The Bachelor was more of a distraction, a casual indulgence I entertained when it suited me, but one that paled in comparison to the pull I felt toward my beloved doctor.
I left for Paris for three weeks, determined to shift my focus. The Bachelor kept in touch, though our conversations were mostly sexual, an easy way to pass the time. But just when I was settling into my detachment, Dr. Heartbreak made a dramatic comeback.
He missed me. He missed how he felt around me. And, of course, he missed the sex, claiming I was, without a doubt, his best partner ever. The intensity of his words reignited everything in me. Our messages turned into fantasies, and I found myself impulsively shopping for the most sensual, elegant, yet daring lingerie I could find. That’s when I saw it—a bodysuit, a perfect mix of French elegance and BDSM edge. It felt like the perfect way to surprise him after over a month apart.
A Reunion to Remember
The anticipation between us was palpable. He counted the days until my return, and I planned every detail of our reunion. I cooked a special dinner, he brought an expensive bottle of wine, as he always did, and I greeted him at the door in that stunning bodysuit.
The look on his face was unforgettable, pure disbelief mixed with raw desire. We barely made it through the hug before he led me straight to my bedroom. Dinner could wait. The hunger we had for each other was far greater.
That night, the passion between us reached new heights. Every touch, every movement was electrifying. He worshipped me, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body as if he was discovering me for the first time. We devoured each other in a way that left both of us breathless. And when we finally made it to the dinner table, it wasn’t long before we were back in bed, indulging in another round of mind-blowing pleasure.
He was left speechless, and I was left completely drained, satisfied in a way that only he could make me feel. The Bachelor was long forgotten. Dr. Heartbreak was all that mattered.
A Countdown Neither of Us Wanted
Our rhythm was back, and I was happy. But happiness with him always had an expiration date. Reality hit hard, he couldn’t secure a new contract to renew his visa. His return to France was inevitable, and the clock was ticking on our time together.
For the first time, it felt like we were both mourning something before it even ended. We tried not to dwell on the impending goodbye, instead choosing to make every moment count. Our last month together became a collection of the most beautiful memories. We cooked together, shared long meals filled with deep conversations, and opened up to each other in ways that felt almost sacred. The sex? It was the best it had ever been, desperate, passionate, and full of an unspoken longing neither of us wanted to acknowledge.
Despite everything, we were happy. We lived in the moment, soaking up every second as if we could freeze time.
Then came the hardest part—planning our last day together. A day we both wished would never arrive…
