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away, knowing that he wanted it to be a secret, made me feel strangely hollow inside. I didn't know why this should be the case. I knew nothing about this man other than he was a biker with a badass name who fucked like a champ.
    But I still didn't like that he was skipping out this way.
    I heard the jingle of his belt buckle, the swish of fabric as he pulled his shirt over his head. I imagined how he must smell, the scent of our sex all over his un-showered body. Wherever he was going, he clearly didn't mind smelling like last night. There was a squeak, a quick shaft of light in my eyeballs, and then the door shut behind him.
    And Crash was gone.
    I lay there, hoping that sleep would overtake me again. I didn't like lying here in the hollow emptiness of my studio. Last night, well last night had been a revelation on several levels. It didn't seem fair that it should be over so unceremoniously.
    I wanted to be pissed about it, honestly.
    But I wasn't. I was too pleased to be pissed. I had fucked the biker with a bad ass name, and it had been everything I ever hoped for. Even if it I never saw him again, I would always have the memory to sustain me. Perhaps that would be enough.
    I squeeze my eyes shut and then sighed. This was futile. I was never going to fall back asleep, not with these thoughts swirling around in my head. Reluctantly I sat up in bed, stretching, feeling twinges and aches in my body, little reminders of last night's pleasures.
    I yawned. Today was going to be a good day, I decided. I took a long, luxurious shower, using up all the hot water and then some. I soaped myself lazily, closing my eyes and remembering the feel of Crash's hands on my skin. I wasn't all that surprised to find that I had little marks on my breasts, little busted capillaries that I almost wished wouldn't fade. Just like the pain in my core, they were nice little reminders of what had happened last night and seeing them gave me a little fluttering aftershock that made me smile.
    When I thought about him, it was hard even to conjure his face. We had met in the dark bar, sat in my dark car, then fucked in my dark room. I remembered that there was something familiar about him when I first saw him. Something strangely familiar, because I shouldn’t know any blue-eyed bikers. 
    At least I didn't think I should.
    And yet I was still shaken by the way he looked.
    I went over all the possibilities of my mind. No, he hadn't been in my high school class, I would have definitely remembered those eyes. No, he did not go to any of my classes at community college, there were no glowering bikers anywhere there. No I definitely had not slept with him before, because sex like that was not something you'd easily forget, Gabi.
    Finally I chalked it up to a strange déjà vu and left it at that.
    I slathered myself in some of the fancy lotions I had saved, the Christmas gifts from people who didn't know me very well. I set my hair in pin curls, then blew it dry with a diffuser, so that it fell in a mermaid tangle down my back. I shook it out then caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
    My brown eyes were shining more brightly. There was a secret flush across my cheeks. My lips were swollen and bruised from his kisses, and had taken on a raspberry tinge from his stubble.
    I looked...great.
    Damn, I wish I looked like this all the time. Is this what good sex does?
    I padded over to my dresser, naked and shaking my ass a little. I needed something to match my mood. It was still the dead of winter, the Jersey slush settled into brown, muddied globs along the curbs, but that didn't mean I couldn't wear something pretty.
    The blankets were tangled up like spaghetti on the floor in front of my dresser.  I went over to the pile and shook them out, and something black fell from there and slid under the bed.
    I got down on my hands and knees and reached under, my fingers closing around a black billfold that I didn't recognize. I flipped it open, and was startled