To be carried out in one night, on the same guy.
Lick him. Kiss him. Punch him.
I didn’t object.
After all, it was the last night before leaving for college, and I’d never see him again.
Or so I thought.
He was standing there, staring at me. I had no idea know who he was.
Until I noticed those lips. I could never forget those lips. No matter how many nights had passed. No matter how hard I’d tried to eliminate them from my mind.
How could one single kiss brand you with such depth and intensity? Without even knowing the person, let alone seeing his face.
It started off as a dare, now I’m afraid of what’s to come.
Because those lips shouldn’t be legal.
He was my first love, he was my everything.
That was until he wasn’t.
I had loved him since I was young, and all I knew was him. Nothing else.
But I had to change my circumstances, I had to take a leap.
It broke both our hearts. I could feel our hearts cracking. Breaking, shattering into a million pieces.
Time moved on, people change.
We had changed.
Did our love though?
I wasn’t so sure, because he still made my palms sweaty and my butterflies take flight.
But I’d moved on, right?
So why did seeing him affect me that much.
It couldn’t be right.
All those feelings couldn’t still be there after five long years, without a word in-between, could they?
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