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I smiled, trying to ease the tension. “I’ll go first,” I said. “I actually started having feelings for you the day I saw you working at Subway. You were taking orders, smiling at customers, looking so joyful and kind even though you were clearly tired. Something about that moment… it hit me. That was the day my heart started beating differently for you.” Her eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush deepened on her cheeks. It was adorable. “And you?” I asked gently. She was quiet for a long moment before finally whispering, “I fell in love with you at first sight… the day my brother introduced you as his best friend.”

“Just remember, Natalie. You’ve got more than just looks on your side. Own the room for real next time.” I scour my mind for words that could lighten the tense mood that has started to settle. Finally I mumble, “Maybe it was you, Ric, watching me the entire time with those eyes that distracted me.” He ignores my words, shrugging. “Sometimes, first impressions are last impressions.” I frown, feeling my heart pick up pace. “Did I do something wrong?”

I pull her by her soft hip, guiding her so she can straddle me. I feel the soft lacy material of her panties against my throbbing member, and when she grinds on me, I feel a sharp zing of pleasure shoot up my head. "Fuck!" I watch her eyes turn wicked. Is she doing this on purpose? She bites her lips and chuckles. "You're so naughty. I never expected you to be." "First impressions really don't matter, does it?" I shake my head, agreeing to whatever she says, even if I can prove to her that she's entirely wrong.

My heart skips a beat as I click on the message. “I’ll be your first, and you will be my last.” The words hit me like a shockwave, the arousal that had been simmering suddenly spiking. The simplicity, the finality—it’s exactly what I’d been hoping for, and yet I didn’t expect it so soon, or so… perfectly.

" She said trying to talk herself out of the situation. In as much, she enjoys meeting new people, these set of people are related to her mate, a man with who she wishes to spend the rest of her life with. The first impression they would have about her really matters a lot to her because it would probably last forever and currently she was in no mood to socialize. "You have nothing to worry about Alicia, I got you covered, always,” He said. "What do you mean by you got me covered? Aren't you also just waking up now?" She asked him puzzled. "I have my ways darling, and just for the records, I am definitely not just waking up now, I have been up hours ago. All you need to make a very good firs

I defended. "But to be honest though, you don't look like the person who would take life so seriously. My first impression of you was so different from how I perceive you right now," he remarked. "What's your impression of me?" "Typical." He shrugged. "What do you mean typical?" "I look at you like a normal girl who has a life filled with love with nothing much to worry. That kind of typical." He sounded serious, at the same time, genuine. It was good to hear someone giving their first impression of me. "You're so different from other girls."

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

My heart raced as I typed out the first message. I stared at the blank text box for a long time before my fingers began moving. “Hey Jerry, you do not know me, but I have been watching you in our lectures for months. Your smile lights up the entire room, and the way you speak during discussions makes me weak. I like you. A lot. More than I should. I dream about talking to you, about being close to you. I hope this does not scare you away. I just needed you to know someone sees how amazing you are.”

She shook her head and laughed. "Love at first sight, man. First day of freshman orientation. I don't have a pen, paper, my phone." Cal stared at his wife's profile. "I glance over and there's this beautiful girl that just so happened to have a spare pen and a notebook. It had purple glitter that got all over me." "And then he carried it around for a whole semester." Eve rolled her eyes. "It took me half the semester to talk her into going out with me." "It did not."

If I loved him, I shouldn't be scared of saying them, I should be proud that we've made it so far. I could visibly see his eyes searching for something in my eyes, my heart was beating furiously against my chest as he brought his hand up to my cheek and held it in his hands, his thumb swiping over my skin and sighed deeply. Our breaths mixed together in a delicious way and my heart thumped so fast that it could burst any second. We spoke no words, for the words we seemed to want to say escaped our minds as we embellished each other's faces in our minds, the deja vu of our first encounter swirled in my mind and I smiled at the memory. He seemed to have the same thing and gave me a small smile