Feeling good was something I'd taken for granted most of my life. Incidents in those previous few months had changed that. The tipping point for that had been Bradley's betrayal, but I felt nothing at all for him as soon as I'd met Flynn.
As I sat in the warmth of Ziggy's truck, I knew I was entering a new chapter of my life, and for the first time in a while, I was excited to look forward. Ziggy wasn't Flynn, but he was easy to be around, he said what he meant, and because he was so open, I knew what he was thinking. I figured he'd quite possibly be the person to heal the ache in my heart, left in Flynn's wake.
Three hours later, we'd kissed ourselves drunk. Both of us had rewarded the other with soft sighs and moans to the point where twice, Ziggy popped the door on the truck and jumped out to wander around it, muttering under his breath and adjusting his pants. It had made me chuckle and each time he'd done it, I gave him a little more of my heart.