When love lies
Like he had been holding his breath until that moment.
And in that kiss, I felt it how dangerous love could be when it felt that good.
By the third month, we’d made a promise. No matter what life threw at us, we’d fight for each other. He gave me a ring his mother’s, silver and small. It was a secret between us, hidden beneath the sleeve of my blouse.
That night, we went too far or maybe we went just far enough.
I gave him everything, my virginity. Not because he asked, but because I wanted to. Because it felt right. Sacred. I remember the way his fingers trembled, how gentle he was, how he asked, “Are you sure?” more times than I could count.
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