That’s when it hits me as hard as an anvil. I can’t let her go. She’s this rare treasure I’ve found here, near the ocean, like a gift from the sea. She’s mine, only mine. Everything we do is ours alone, and it’s glowing and perfect. I was her first. All I’ve ever heard is that being someone’s first makes them needy and tiresome. She’s none of those things. I can’t get enough of her body, so fresh and eager to learn, so hungry for me. She touches me with wonder, looks at me with wonder. It makes me want to protect her, never let anyone disappoint her or make her cry.
