Romans & histoires We Met First Time

"We came on business." "We might as well have as much fun as possible on this trip, before we have to return to normal, monotonous life." "Our lives haven't been normal or monotonous since I saw you at that first meeting." "That reminds me, what was your first thought after seeing me that night?"

I began, stuttering like a fool. "What is going on?" I screamed, after getting no response from the two men. "I can explain Eniola." James began, moving towards me. "Don't come close. I think there's a sort of scam here,so I'll ask a question that only James will know." I started. "When was the year and the month we met for the first time?" I asked, scanning both of them closely. "We met on the 14th of February, at a shopping mall." James replied, nodding his head.

"Come on, we're only 26. You guys act like you're widows." Jessy rolled her eyes and added. "But you were right Zaphire. I might not be single in a few days time," she winked. "Shit! Who's the unlucky dude?" Maya gasped and Clara laughed at that comment. "I met him on Textin," Jessy said nonchalantly. "He's good looking and surprisingly not a jerk. Thought I'd give it a try," "What's Textin?" Clara whispered into Zaphire's ear. "Girl you really need to get out there," Jessy exclaimed.

“Why? “ she asked back. “I do believe, because I fall in love the first time I meet you. “ he said. “Hmmm…. Are you sure??? “ she said. “Maybe you believe too. You just can’t accept it. “ he said. “How will you know that I believe in Love at first meet? “ she asked. “Because you make love at me on our first meet. “ he said and smiled. “Gosh, don’t reminisce it. I am not on my mind that time. “ she said. “Hmmm… don’t lie. You fell crazy while giving you romance. “ he said.

"Why are we together?" She looked at me for a moment, then took a deep breath and spoke. "We met at the party last night," she said, her voice soft and hesitant. "You were drunk, and I was too. We started talking, and one thing led to another. I didn't want to do anything, but you were so insistent. I didn't know how to say no."

We were sitting at our secret beach, watching the stars, and she gave me this smile that was so perfect, I swear she had melted my brains out. Then I remembered the first time we met, she was standing in front of my garage. Her chocolate brown hair was blowing gently in the wind, and she just looked at me, not saying a word. But her soft lips were slightly parted, and I suddenly got curious as to how her lips would taste against mine. I remembered the night of the fireworks. Her eyes shone like crystals when she reached for my face and we kissed. I remembered the night when we first made love. I knew it was her first time, but what she didn't know was, it was also my first time. Sure, I had

So we’re meeting others as an official couple, not just a date? "Have I ever told you that I wish you were single the moment I saw you?" “Don’t be a creep, you first saw me when I had a newborn in my arms! Don’t tell me you’re always predating other people’s wives?” He quickly shakes his head, “No, no. I would never do that. But the first time I saw you was actually at a convenience store, the one at the ground floor of the hospital. We had a quick chat over egg sandwich.”

"Yeah," he calmly replied. "The first day at the school parking lot," I chipped in. "No, it wasn't the first day we met; don't you remember me from somewhere?" he asked. "No, I don't," confusion written all over me, "What game is he playing this time around?" I asked myself. "We met for the first time on January 6th; don't you remember?" he said. "6th of January," I repeated, wondering why the date sounded so familiar. I was about to ask him about the date when it hit me.

After driving a little way, the two arrived at the city's famous food street, Keitha Patric turned her head to ask Laetus Allison what he wanted to eat, the whole way she saw the person next to her staring at the tablet screen so she didn't mean to disturb the person next to her.

Quin still didn’t say anything, but the way her fingers gripped the bed sheets told me she was listening. “But then…” I let out a shaky breath, “then I met you.” She finally looked up, eyes dull but focused on me. With a small gesture, she motioned for me to sit. I hesitated, then lowered myself carefully onto the edge of the bed, feeling like I was balancing on a knife. “Do you remember the first day we met?” I asked her, searching her face. Quin frowned, confused. “Of course I do. We met at school. We just… clicked. We became close.”