You Never Forget Your First: And He Just Might Be the Death of Me

by Millie Perez

“What are you doing here?! I didn’t know you were in the city!” I shriek as I give him a quick hug. “I wasn’t. But you texted us to be here today, so here I am.” He smirks as he walks back to his seat.

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“NO.” Amelia cuts me off, poking her index finger into my chest. “You don’t get to do that.” Poke. “No one gets to make me feel anything I don’t want to feel anymore.” Poke. “My need of being perfect died with my mother.” Poke. “I now do what I want, when I want, and I answer to no one.” Poke. I

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Did she just call me her first crush? I know she said a lot of important things, but I’m still a little caught up on that little nugget of information. Before I can respond she pushes past me. “I’m using your shower and sleeping in your bed! Might even masturbate while I’m at it. And I’m locking the door so don’t get any ideas!” She slams the door, and I’m left questioning all of my life decisions up to this point.

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What the fuck just happened? How did I end up in my guest bedroom holding my breath in case I hear Amelia touching herself?

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“Kicking people out of their own beds…not letting them into family gatherings? Tsk tsk.” He gently pushes past me and into the entryway, then leans down and whispers into my ear, “Remind me to teach you some manners later tonight.”

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I was always too little or too late when it came to fighting for your heart. That’s why I’ve never been in a serious relationship after Miami, and that’s why I’ve been secretly holding a torch for you for the better part of a decade.”

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“Amelia.” Evan lifts my chin with his index finger and thumb slowly, until our lips are almost touching. “I need you to stop talking so I can kiss you senseless.”

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