Fool Me Twice

by Carrie Aarons

I wouldn’t be able to bear seeing pity in her eyes when she finds out I was the kid in elementary school with cancer. The one who missed six months of school for chemo, the one they had fundraisers for, the little boy whose shaved head appeared in his second grade yearbook.

I’ve been with my fair share of girls, and sex is usually just a release for me. A fun way to feel pleasure. But with her … it’s more. I can’t get enough of her. No matter how deep or hard or gentle or which position, I always yearn to taste her again. I always want to feel her explode around me again.

Would I be willing to choose him over the best friend I ever had?

It’s at this moment that I know, even if she isn’t saying it, that she loves me, too.

When you begin to fall for someone, to spend so much time with them, routines are put into place. As a young single person, we’re told to fear routine. That change and adventure is what we should seek. But this? I wouldn’t trade this for the world.

fooled me once and then twice without me even realizing it. Shame on me, because I was the one who fucked up first. But shame on her for being ruthless enough to carry this out.

I’ll never find someone I love as much as him. I don’t want to find someone.

You’re hellfire and unbendable, but I fucking love that. I’ve never felt more myself than when I’m with you.”

Henley Rowan came into my life like a meteor, destroying anything that came before her and changing the landscape of my life forever after. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He is my person, the one I can’t wait to talk to about every little thing that happens in my day, and the man I can’t fall asleep without.

“With the first pick in the draft, New York selects … Lincoln Kolb!” he says.

In the end, though, the jokes on me. Not only did he fool me once, or twice, but he fools me endlessly.