My first crush was a boy. He was also my first kiss while the kiss wasn’t memorable, the beat down afterwards was. You can read about here. I remember watching him swim, the feeling of fluttering butterflies in my stomach, the quickening of my heart. He was beautiful. Though in hind sight, I like my guys to be a little smarter than Dylan. Jocks are well and good, they are good to look at, strong in bed, but they tend to lack the tender side. Feeling that they can’t let the softer side show or it makes them look weak.
The best part of a relationship is being weak around those you truly love. Letting them see the small parts of you – the frightened children hiding in the shadows, the girl curled up on the couch crying because her cat died – whatever your trauma – we all have them. Sharing the vulnerable side and feeling confident in the acceptance of that weakness by your partner is a unique feeling. One I have finally had the chance of bearing. I know you are all still playing catch up on The Last Phoenix but know that it is coming for you all to see.
Maybe I’ll talk AJ into releasing the whole thing before the story starts in April. It’s still rough, but the story is mine and I’m okay with that.