My name is Natasha Marx, as a Sexual Clinical Psychologist I spend my days dissecting people’s minds. Helping them to move on from the shadows of their soul. But who will help me move on from mine? The first cut is the deepest. I lean back on my chair as I contemplate that phrase. Isn’t it the sick truth? My first love is my current love and I haven’t seen him for seven years. It’s really beginning to piss me off. He’s long forgotten me. I’m being haunted by the memories of a man who no longer exists. A man whose touch leaves me wet with want, aching to be filled. Heartbroken. He’s returning to Australia after seven long years away. It’s only a matter of time before we cross paths. I’m unsure if it will be heaven or hell. My name is Joshua Stanton. A lot of words are used to describe me, App Developer, Cage Fighter, heart breaker. What a joke. My heart has been on ice for seven years. The day she ripped it from my chest. The mention of her name makes me quiver with need. Rock hard. I have insatiable needs, needs that no other women can extinguish. I can have anything in the world that I want, but I can never have her.