For as long as you could remember, you had always been respectful of what your mother warned you about, in the privacy of your own room.“Don’t let a boy take advantage of your love, and don’t let him pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.”And while you always respected your mom, you didn’t want to let her keep you from doing what you wanted! Of course, this was your body. And so, with your body, you decided, on the night of your sixteenth birthday, you and your childhood friend, would have sex.For the first time for both of you, it was electric, exciting, slightly uncomfortable, but damn near perfect. And the best part about it? You and he were perfectly capable of returning as just what you had started out as: best friends. "You’re perfect." You mumbled, lips pressed to the bare skin of his neck. "S-sure." You stopped kissing him, looking at his wandering eyes. "Baby, what’s wrong?" Your hand caressed his face. Softly rubbing over stubble. "I don’t know," He shrugged. "I feel like your lying to me when you say that." Liam rubbed his arm awkwardly, looking everywhere but you. You moved his head over towards yours. "Liam, your perfect and if you weren’t I wouldn’t say it. I would never lie about something that big." You kissed his cheek. Giving him a reassuring smile. "You’ve always been perfect."