Novel & Cerita It's My First Time Being Loved

"It's okay, Soph. I'd make it feel good. I'd make you love me." The first tear fell. No one had ever spoken to her so nicely before, and this would be her first time. First time anyone was looking her with something close to devotion. First time someone was touching her. First time someone would want to have anything to do with her. It broke her heart more than the thought of what he was about to do to her did. "Please. Please, you don't have to—"

"I'm deeply in love with you too." I knew it. "Well that's humiliating for you." Jovie's POV Sex with Reno was absolutely out of this world! It wasn't exactly my first time having sex with someone I loved, but it was definitely my first time with someone I was in love with. Reno unlocked so many feelings that I hadn't even known were there. He felt like the only place in the world I could actually be happy. I never thought I'd ever need anyone, but he was proving me wrong.

"How do you know if someone is your first love? My mother used to say that first love has a magic all its own. It’s a feeling that no one else could ever make you feel so completely, even if you’d been interested in others before. First love casts a spell that stays with you, making it hard to believe you could ever love anyone else quite the same way. When you truly fall for someone, you often can't pinpoint the exact moment it happens. It’s a quiet mystery. You might not remember how or why, but you know—deep down—that you care for them deeply. It’s like waking up one day and simply understanding: Oh, I am in love with that person. Have you met that person yet?

Everything. I think back to that night, six years ago. I think back to his face that I forgot. His name I never knew. His hands on my skin. His voice in the dark. His warmth against mine. That feeling of being loved, truly loved, for the first time in my life. That feeling of being safe, of being protected, of being precious. That feeling of no longer being afraid, no longer doubting, no longer wondering if I deserved to be loved, to be happy, to be alive. That feeling of being myself, truly myself, for the first time in my life. And that fear. That fear that returned in the morning. That fear that made me run. That fear that made me leave. That fear that made me forget, that made me choose

My heart feels like suddenly held by her hand and she's being careful holding it that it might break if she doesn't. “Me too.” I say. But it seems like I find no more words to say except these two words. Because “me too” feels safer than to say nothing at all. She's my first love. The first girl who ever saw me. The first girl whom I ever kissed so sincerely that I was afraid of ever let go. The first girl who loved me tenderly and without anything in between. It was real. The love between us. And I hope this thing right here with me and her, will never end.

His words touched my heart deeply, and for the first time in my life, I felt loved by someone who was not a family member. I felt important, and I also felt like I mattered in someone's heart.

My chest tightens, and my voice slips out low and raw. “Lana.” Her name lands like a prayer on my tongue. “This is where I told you I loved you for the first time. Do you remember?” She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. But her eyes soften, and I know she remembers. “I didn’t think I was capable of love back then,” I confess, my voice splintered with truth I’ve never spoken aloud. “But you made me believe it. You made me feel it.” I shake my head slightly, almost in awe of her.

And for the first time I doubted whether I could survive. This feeling hurts so much... I don't even care about the pedestrians passing by and stealing glances at me. I just lowered my head, and tears fell from my eyes. I cried for the first time, I realized that my only feeling of love was not reciprocated. This feeling of pain invaded my heart so deep.

I didn't want to get too excited. The first time he said he loved — we were both teenagers, and I remember that I froze. Now after hearing him speak about being worthy of my love, this time it hits differently. "Aden, I promise to stay close to you and recreate those special moments again." I said, wrapping my hands around his waist as I laid my head on his chest for a close hug… I liked the sound of his heartbeat, and I was very grateful that he was alive and he had waited for me.

“Because it was my first time.” Milagros looked up suddenly. “Don’t lie. Your first time?” she said, almost laughing. “Don’t make me laugh.” Ayden shook his head slowly. “I swear, Mili. It was my first time truly making love.” He swallowed, then continued. “What came before was just sex.” His voice softened. “Yesterday… for the first time, I felt like I was really loving someone.” He looked at her with a mixture of vulnerability and courage. “And I want to know if you felt it too. If you enjoyed it as much as I did.”