17: Talia.

I sit at the kitchen table shuffling cards, my hands growing more and more deft. Daniel is due to get home in ten minutes and my eyes continually stray to the clock, my heart beating faster and faster the closer his arrival looms, my panties already damp. My boyfriend is never in the door longer than ten seconds before I'm hustled into the bedroom and he's on top of me, his breath rasping in my ear, the bedsprings squeaking. Almost time. Almost.

My pulse grows thick, my shuffling movements so clumsy that I finally give up.

It's late. Just past midnight. In my old life, I would be asleep in bed, but Vegas life is around the clock. A lot of our life is lived in the nighttime and I'm growing used to it.

It has been a week since the incident at the casino and life is...

Well it's incredible. I'm so happy I could burst.

My stomach is filled with permanent butterflies because I live with a man who is my hero, my biggest fan and my best friend all rolled into one powerful package.

Last week,