Till I Met You

"We don't have to worry about anyone interrupting us." And I am close enough that my lips are on his again. He crawls on top of me and holds my hips close to his, we both are breathing deep and he looks from my chest to my face and back again, signaling for me to take off my shirt. My heart is racing as I slowly retract my arms from the sleeves, I giggle as part of the collar gets stuck in my hair, but he doesn't care. I throw it onto the floor next to his discarded clothes and smile.

Recovering from a broken heart, 17-year-old Alexia is slowly but surely, starting to fall for her mutual rebound. After deciding to dedicate someone to her needs and common make out sessions, she realizes that her rising heartbeat isn't just lust...but love.