They say you'll never forget your first love, and that's definitely true in my case.
I think that’s because he was my first everything. My first crush, my first kiss, my first… home run.
I don’t know what it was about Adam, but from the moment I met him, being around him wasn’t just a cerebral stimulant. It was a full body experience.
Unfortunately, the only predictable thing about our relationship was that we never seemed to have enough time together.
On the one hand, that was a blessing. It meant I never had to deal with the pain of watching the spark between us fizzle as we grew up and grew apart.
Then again, maybe it wouldn’t have. Maybe it would’ve ignited further and turned into something… more.
Not that it mattered.
The past was the past, and I needed to put my teenage daydreams behind me.
Still, part of me refused to give up hope.
But like a candle, hope can only burn for so long, and mine had nearly flickered out.
After all, so many years had passed since I’d seen my perfect summer crush that he'd become nothing but a string of scattered, faded flashbacks that seemed too good to be true and too old to keep on such a dusty pedestal.
Of course, as soon as I was ready to forgive and forget, he walked back into my life out of the blue- sexier, bolder, and more unattainable than ever.
And as if invigorated by a gust of warm ocean breeze, my candle burned bright again.
Erótico / Literatura Estrangeira / Romance