It's My First Time Being Loved Novels & Stories

She blinked, her throat thick. “It’s just… hard. Knowing I wasn’t your first.” “You were,” he said, lifting her chin. “In every way that counts. You were the first time I ever made love. Not just sex. Love. The first time I ever looked at someone and thought, ‘I’d do anything to make you feel safe.’” Her eyes welled with tears. He wiped one away with his thumb. “You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to remember every second with. Every sound you made, every look, every touch—it’s burned into me.”

It doesn’t matter. For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be in love and to be supported. And it’s the best feeling in the world.

“You have a beautiful laugh!” A warm feeling settles in my chest, unfamiliar but pleasant. I ponder it for a moment and realize just what that feeling means. For the first time that I can ever remember, I feel as though the people around me genuinely care about me and want me to be happy. For the first time that I can remember, I felt loved.

I returned, feeling those happy tears pricking the corners of my eyes again. Roman was the first man I ever told that I loved him, and I didn’t ever want to get used to how it sounded.

“Please… I know it will be hard to forgive me. But I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you. Don’t doubt it—Vivian, I love you. I always have. I was just too broken to say it.” Love. The word shattered something in me. It was the first time she ever told me that. My knees weakened. Against my will, my arms wrapped around her. For the first time in years, I let myself cry in her embrace. “Love?” I whispered, the word foreign on her tongue. It felt sharp and soft all at once, cutting and healing. “Yes, love,” she whispered into my hair. “My love for you never died.” It was the first time I had ever heard it from her lips. And then—

“Tatum. Look at me.” I hesitated before I looked up at him. “I’m so sorry that I didn’t wait, but no. I never cared about those girls, and it was just for release. Nothing about it was intimate or meaningful. You are the first one I have ever cared about, the first one I am falling in love with, and the first one I will make love to.” His hand reached out to hold mine. “You are my one and only.” “Y-you are falling in love with me?” I whispered.

For the first time ever i was sure of how i felt , nothing could overpower this feeling of love. "And I Love You" i spoke passionately, Before i could overthink this moment any more, he reached over to kiss me in the most beautiful way i ever thought possible. This was my first kiss and as cliche as it sounded it was breathtaking, words could hardly describe the sparks i felt let alone the energy coursing between us, If things got any hotter i think we could start a explosion. After tonight everything would be different, i couldn't wait to begin this new chapter with my mate and most of all finally saving my mother so that she could have the happiness she also deserved to have.

That's why I knew this was new to her. I remember when I was just like her. I was deeply in love. Even the simplest action touched me, and even his words gave me butterflies in my stomach. He's my first and would be my last. I just love it, and that's my only mistake. Loving the wrong person.

The anger, hate, all the bad things I felt for him were being replaced by a new feeling but it was too soon to put a name to it. “I will consider it. You were my first love, and there’s no way to forget one’s first time.” I confessed. He finally closed the small gap between, his hand brushed my cheek and I leaned into his touch. Sparks and tingles surged my body, renewing my heart with hope.

I felt electrified, unable to move. As I slowly opened my eyes, his smile and happy gaze made me feel responsible for his joy. "Get up, baby. Breakfast is ready," he said, extending a hand to help me up. Instead of taking it, I just stared. I was drawn to him, captivated by his voice and gestures. It felt like everything he did made me fall in love—a new experience for me. He's my first love. "Hey? Baby, look at me," he snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back.