It was January 8th, 2004. It’s kind of pathetic that I remember the date, but I do. With the way he’d been acting, the way he’d said “We need to talk after school,” I’d thought for sure that he was going to break up with me. We went back to his house and started fucking as usual, as we had been for the past few months, but as he moved back and forth on top of me, he slowed down. He stopped completely, resting inside me. “Alexa,” he said, his eyes looking almost mournful. “Yes?” “You’re wonderful.” “No, you are,” I replied. It sounds stupid, I know, but I didn’t care. I was over the moon about him. I guess I still am. David stayed still and hard as ever inside me, holding me right at the edge, holding me in his arms. “Alexa…” “Yes?” “I can’t wait any longer. I don’t care if it’s too soon.
