A/N: I can't believe it's already been 50 chapters! I love the number Fifty for a reason many of you will understand, I'm sure ;). If you don't know, ask and I'll tell you the secret…Thanks for reading!

My hair still smelled like him, a mixture of his cologne and his natural scent. Subtle and male.

My lips still were swollen from his kisses and his taste was still in my mouth.

My body still remembered his. His weight on me, shoulders against shoulders, his lower belly brushing my clit with every thrust.

My center still felt the force of his fucking, his cock deep inside me.

My eyes still remembered his face, his perfection that nobody could reproduce.

My ears still suffered from the harshness of his voice, the coldness when I left.

My heart still swelled and raced any time I thought of him.

My hands still shook when, for the hundredth time that day, I tried to deny I was in love with him.

Hope you liked it, just a little interlude. Leave me your thoughts…