Love Again

My name is Becca Kohler. I share a birthday with my childhood friend, Luke Hemmings, and everything I know, everything I am, is because of that boy. I've lived next door to him practically all of my life, but suddenly, that's changing. You don't really want to hear my story, do you? Oh.. okay. Well then, let me start from when I was 15 years old, and maybe then, you will understand.

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2. Chapter 2.

Today has been amazing, and now, I'm here in my favorite place with my favorite person in the entire world. Luke and I turned fifteen today, and every birthday we would come to this meadow and hang out and talk. It's our favorite place in the entire world and we're the only two who know about it. But this time is different, this is the year that I realized I'm in love with him, and today, I'm gonna tell him. I look over at him as we both lie on the blanket that we had our picnic on, staring up at the stars. This is the perfect time to tell him, I thought to myself. Maybe?

"Luke, can I tell you something?"

"Sure, anything." He looks over at me and smiles. Shit. This is gonna be hard.

"Luke, I'm in love with you and I have been since we were 12, but I know you'll never like me back and-"

Luke cuts me off by grabbing me by the back of my neck and full on kissing me. Luke's hands fumble until he finds the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, breaking the kiss. I reach for his shirt and do the same, smashing my lips back onto his and pressing my body against his. His arms are wrapped around my back, holding me against him, as he lowers me down onto the blanket. He starts kissing down my jawline, my neck, and down to my collarbone, before kissing down my chest and stomach as he undoes my pants and pulls them down along with my panties. He lifts himself from me and stands to remove his pants and boxer-briefs, before lying back down, hovering over me, as we're both naked, gasping for air.

"Are you ready?" he asks. "I mean, we're both virgins, and I'm ready if you are." He is a jumbled mess. His words are fast, just like his heartbeat, but his eyes are dark, full of lust and passion.

"Luke, I love you, and I want to do this." I can't help the begging that is laced with my voice. Yes, of course I want to do this. I've wanted this since we 12, and now that it's happening, I want it even more. He enters me slowly, both of us moaning in both pleasure and pain. He stills for a moment, allowing me to grow comfortable with the foreign feeling, before thrusting slowly in and out. The pain is replaced by pleasure and I find myself wanting more, craving it even.

"Luke," I breathe. My voice comes out like a gasp, barely audible, and so very foreign to me.
"God, you're so tight." His body is extremely stiff and he begins to thrust into me harder, pushing deeper inside of me until I can take no more. Holy shit. My legs begin to stiffen and there is a burning ache inside the pit of my stomach as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Luke," I breathe. "I'm gonna-" My words sound more like strangled cries than pleas, and I can't even finish my sentence. I'm breathless.


I let myself go, finding my release, as Luke takes one last sloppy thrust into me, pushing harder and deeper than ever before, before collapsing onto me. After catching our breath, Luke pulls out of me, rolling onto his back and wrapping his arms around me, hugging me flush against his chest as he speaks against my hair. "Becca, before I tell you something, I want you to know that I love you, okay? Very much."

"I love you too, Luke, and you know you can tell me anything, I'm your best friend." I open my eyes to look into his, a river of blue escaping both of our eyes, drowning us.

He sighs and takes a deep breath. "I, um, I kinda have a girlfriend." His voice is a tangled web of nerves and my heart stops beating as I can no longer breathe, again.

"What?" I choke out. The despair is evident in my voice and I'm sure that the tears that were beginning to well in my eyes are prominent too.

"I'm sorry."

"So what? You have sex with me and tell me you love me, only to break the news that you have a girlfriend?" My anger is beginning to boil within my skin and my skin feels like it's on fire.

"Becca, it's not like that-"

I cut him off. "How long?'

"What?" The confusion is evident in his voice.

"How long has it been going on?"

His eyes look into mine, some kind of emotion in them but I don't know what, and he looks away from me, looking down at our still tangled bodies. "A month."

"You know what? I'm glad I'm moving to America, at least there, I won't have to deal with you and all of your bullshit!" I pry myself from him and stand up. He doesn't even fight me to hold me to keep me from leaving. I pull my clothes on and run to my car. Shit. It's blocks down the road. Oh, well, I inwardly say to myself and dart off down the street. Panting as I reach my car, I sit down inside it and turn over the ignition.

Going to America is gonna be a great. I can start an easier life, right?

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