Between the losing battles and crashes and burns, there is one point in a man's life when he feels on top of the world. He could remember his distinctly.

She'd chosen him. For one period in time he hadn't been second best. He hadn't been the outsider looking in. He'd been the one. She might have been at her breaking point, but he knew that Addison Montgomery didn't choose just anyone. And in that one moment, in that one fateful night that she first surrendered herself to him, she'd sought him out. He was her refuge, unlike all of those nights in the past when he'd been smashed or dejected, a despondent shattered soul, and it was thoughts of her that had kept him from sinking into utter despair.

She may have been his best friend's wife, but she'd been his one source of hope, his compass when he'd strayed too far off course. She'd been his weakness and his harbor away from the stormy seas-- and in that one moment he'd been hers.