Aria and I met at the exact right time in both of our lives. We had both just gotten out of serious, long-term relationships. Our break-ups were messy ends to toxic relationships that had been on life support until we pulled the plug. I dropped in to the coffee shop she worked at from time to time, although we knew each other through friends-of-friends outside of her work. One day while we were making small talk she gave me her number and we got to texting all night.
We vented about our exes and talked about the relief and the numbness we were both feeling. Part of it just didn’t feel real. Like clockwork though the conversation shifted to how we could make ourselves feel something. You may know where this is headed. Our first ‘date’, if you want to call it that, ended with some of the rawest, roughest sex I’ve had to this day. This woman bruised me and drug her nails through my back, drawing blood on occasion. I’d respond by picking her up and fucking her against the wall till she couldn’t see straight.