Lover

Two lost souls.

Two separate lives.

A high dive.

A challenge.

And a pizza.

"What do you say, Jersey girl?"

He asked me that over a deep dish, a man I met at a wedding when I'd been trying to forget the epic disaster that was my life. He was too young, but I was hurting, sad, and recently divorced. Basically, the trifecta for bad decision-making.

Did I mention I'm divorced?

Because I am, and he made me laugh. God, did he make me laugh and I didn't do that. Not anymore. My ex-husband stole something from me I could never get back, and my pizza companion was there to offer an alternative. His body and a night to forget…