Last night I'd made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You're in my tent

The heart wants who the heart wants. We can't help that.

Let me explain it to you then. I just had a beautiful girl trust me enough to touch her and see her in a way no one else ever has. I got to hold her and watch her and feel her as she came apart in my arms. It was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. She was breathtaking and she was responding to me. She wanted me. I was the one making her spiral out of control.

Okay, so you want your other nipple pierced," she said pulling up a chair and getting her supplies ready. "She wants my other nipple pierced," he replied winking at.

Don't be sorry. Just try not to let him touch you. When he touches you I see red. I can't take it. I don't want to see him or anyone else touch you

We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.