Three years away changes a man. Makes you realize what you can't live without. It's not the city or the fights or the noise. It's the quiet moments after. The scent of someone's skin when they're sleeping. The way a body fits perfectly against yours, like it was carved to be there. The possessive heat that floods your veins when you know something—someone—is finally yours. I came back for that. For the taste of a familiar mouth, the sound of a name whispered just for me, the feeling of sinking into a warm, wet cunt that's been waiting. Some things you don't walk away from twice.