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"Are you ok?" I whisper and she mouths the word “yes.” I kiss her gently, as my hips pull back, and I feel every inch of her tighten around me.

Is this heaven?

I ease myself back in and she exhales with me. I do it again; this time her eyes lock on mine and I can't look away. Locked with her, as I slide in and out of her. In and out. Gasping for breath as I feel myself rising and falling both at once.

"Oh, Malynda," I moan, and she closes her eyes for a moment, her head falling back.

I reach between her legs, feeling for the spot I know she must be wanting me to.

"Fuck.” The curse falls from her lips when I reach it.

I need to move fast. I want her to come along with me every second of this journey.

My fingers rub in circles over her most sensitive spot as I thrust harder and faster against her. I'm only moments away. Her breath grows as fast as mine, the flush travelling up her neck reaching her cheeks.

"I have wanted you for so long," I gasp, and her hands come up to dig into my forearms.

I slide into her one more time and feel myself explode. My finger doesn't stop on her and she starts to buck under me. I feel her squeeze around me and I know she's coming with me.

I forget where I am for a moment, just that my whole body is releasing. And she is doing the same.

I take sharp, shallow breaths and my arms buckle under me and I fall onto her.

She catches me, her lips on my forehead as I struggle for consciousness.

"I love you, Malynda," I tell her when my lungs permit. She just sighs and holds me until I forget that there was a time before her.

The goosebumps on her arm cast little shadows on her skin, when we both wake up a few hours later. I wrap her tight in the blanket and she just sighs, letting out little giggles against my chest that tickle.

"What's so funny?" I finally ask her.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you giggling?" I poke her gently in the side and she yelps before scrunching her face up at me.

"It's what people do when they're happy."

I make a noise that doesn’t sound quite right.

"What was that?"

"That was my attempt at a giggle!” I say defensively.

That makes her laugh outright, so hard it shakes the sides of the tent, and not for the first time I wonder how long we could exist in this space alone.

She reads my mind, and slowly sits up. "I have to go home, it's already past my curfew."

I nod, reaching for a jacket. We crawl out of the tent and walk hand in hand out to Main Street, the moon smiling down at us.

We don't say anything for the twenty minutes it takes to reach her street. I just try to burn the feel of my fingers intertwined with hers into my skin, something to remember when they'll be empty tonight, but with the memory of her in my mind.

We stop outside of a white house, its lawns perfectly cut, two cars in the driveway.

"This is me," she says, turning to me. I pull her into me, memorizing her scent. Her arms come up under my jacket to hug me back. "Basketball court tomorrow? After school?"

I nod to her; she needn’t have asked.

"Xavier?” she asks, her voice so quiet, I can barely hear her. I pull away to look into her eyes. “You really were my first."