You know how people say that one thing is to have sex and the other is to make love?
Well, let's say Adrian was just like sex. Except there was never sex, but there was pleasure, there was lust, there was excitement, and physical intimacy.
I met Adrian at a bar. He was accompanying one of his friends, who happened to be friends with my friend's friend. I still don't know what I was doing there that day. We clicked instantly.
He happened the summer after Fried Noodles graduated.
We talked all night but nothing happened between us. We exchanged numbers but never texted. Eventually, we coincided again during one of my outings. We both knew it was a sign. We skipped the small talk.
His hands were moving fast and so were mine. He planted hungry kisses all over my neck and I just laid back and let him do whatever. I unzipped his pants and did a little something. Our first encounter was quick, but passionate.
We saw each other multiple times after that.
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Letters To My Men
Teen FictionA series of unsent letters and stories dedicated to the men in my life. Read for a fun time. Most names have been altered.
