Garrett lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as he prayed for oblivion. He was afraid to close his eyes, afraid to dream about her like he had every night for the past three months. All he wanted was to pass out and wake up hours later without even having had one glimpse of her in his mind. During the day it was fine, he could distract himself enough to where he was not constantly thinking about her eyes, her lips, or her perfectly soft skin. However, he dreaded the night when he lay in bed, alone, and unable to forget every second he had spent with her. His body was always aching for release after waking from a dream and at first, he thought if he could sleep with enough women he might be able to get her out of his system. Yet, try as he may he could never find completion with any other wom
