A wedding. Lots of shots. A Porsche parked on a dark street. The groom's best friend. The man I shouldn't have slept with. The one who wore an impeccable grey suit and a starched white shirt. The owner of a pair of green eyes that spoke miles more than his irresistible mouth. The youngest partner in his law firm. The man I went to bed with. Madness. The traces of my nails on the dashboard of his car as a proof. The best sex I've ever had. A huge problem. He was unattainable. I was broken.