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Once he’s fully in me, he pauses and looks me in my eye. “Are you okay?”

It’s the only thing that’s been said since his lips first met mine, and all I can do is inhale as he slowly pulls out, then pushes back in.

It takes a few minutes for me to relax, and when I do, I start to truly feel what he’s doing to my body as he takes control of every single movement we make as one.

When I bring my leg up to his side, he grips it with his hand, using the opportunity to get inside me that much deeper.

When I let out a moan, he’s quick to bring his lips to mine to take that moan for himself.

As he speeds up his movements, I grip his back tighter.

As he slows down his movements, I take the moments to breathe before I completely burst from the inside out.

He pushes against me, and I feel a zing shoot through my entire body.

As if listening to the words my body is speaking, he does the same movement again and again as a fire builds inside of me that I can’t control.

Just when I feel like I’m going to topple over the edge, he gasps, “Oh God.”

It’s the only thing I need as he pumps inside me, and I feel my body clench around him in waves of pleasure I can’t even begin to explain.

We ride our waves of ecstasy together until he slows his motions and then comes to a complete stop. He sits up to look me in the eye, and without a word, he kisses my lips a few times. Then, he slides himself out of me, gripping the condom to make sure it comes with him.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers as he stands and exits my room.

I lie there in shock as the reality of what we just did fully sinks in. In the heat of the moment, every single part of it felt right, but now that it’s over, all I am is a confused mess.

When he comes back into my room and stands at my door, looking at me, still lying naked on my bed, I see it written all over his face.

He’s thinking the same thing.

What the fuck did we just do?

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Present Day

I can’t help but put my head in my hands as I shake the memory from my brain of that fateful night that I truly felt my entire world changed both for the good and the bad. I often wonder if we hadn’t had sex that night, what would have happened in the months to come? But I need to stop and realize that everything happens for a reason. That’s what led me to my life now, so I have to be thankful for exactly how things turned out.

As I lift my head, I close my eyes and let out a breath.

Heather nudges me. “Do I even want to know what you’re thinking about?”

I can’t help but laugh as I glance to my husband, then back to her and shake my head. “Probably not.”

She laughs because she was there for every moment of the years that followed that night. There were definitely nights I thought I wouldn’t have made it through without her, and in my thanks, I place my head on her shoulder.

She knows exactly why I do, so she places her hand on my head, keeping it there in a side hug as I relive the memories I probably should have just left in the past.

I remember feeling like I was old enough to have sex, that I was growing up, but, man, was I so wrong. I know now what life really is about, and it’s amazing how clueless we all were back then.

Sex brought out feelings we all weren’t ready for. It changed us, and no matter how much we fought it, there was no going back even though we seemed to be stuck on how to move forward.

I sigh as I sit up straight, only to feel my confusion of the past slip away when I see Megan walking in front of us.

Jumping up from my seat, I let out a little scream, calling out, “Megan!”

She turns to me with a huge grin on her face and makes her way up to where we are.

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