A wedding.
Lots of shots.
A Porsche parked on a dark street.
The groom's best friend.
The man I shouldn't have slept with.
The one who wore an impeccable grey suit and a starched white shirt.
The owner of a pair of green eyes that spoke miles more than his irresistible mouth.
The youngest partner in his law firm.
The man I went to bed with.
Madness.
The traces of my nails on the dashboard of his car as a proof.
The best sex I've ever had.
A huge problem.
He was unattainable.
I was broken.
