In the dim glow of his bedside lamp, he allows his memories to take over. He recalls her scent, her taste, the way her body fit against his. His hand moves rhythmically, mimicking the thrusts he wishes he could be giving her. His breathing grows ragged, his heart races, and he feels the familiar build in his groin. He pictures her face, her expression as he'd make her orgasm, and with a final, powerful stroke, he finds his own release, his body shuddering as he spills onto his hand, a ghost of her name on his lips.