I brought a condom," I tell her when I slide her panties down. We're both hot and sweaty, and I can't resist hr anymore. "I did, too," she whispers against my neck. "But we might not be able to use it." "Why not?" I expect her to tell em this was all a mistake, that she really didn't mean to get me all hot and bothered just to tell me I'm not worthy enough to take her virginity, but it's the truth. She clears her throat. "It all d-d-depends on whether or not you're allergic to l-l-latex.

Sometimes moving on takes effort. Sometimes moving on is harder than it looks.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Alex took a piece of my heart with him when he left.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

Love is honesty. Love is a mutual respect for one another.

If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?