He’d been her first love—only love, really—and it seemed as if she’d known him forever. What a dork he was in middle school, and then he’d turned into a handsome teenager. They’d dated exclusively since her seventeenth birthday. He’d been a part of all her high school experiences—homecoming celebrations, football games, Saturdays at the lake. Photos of them both filled her mom’s albums and the pages of her diary, both records of an idyllic time. The memory of the first time they’d made love intruded—nestled together on his crumpled bedspread, surrounded by walls of tennis trophies, while his parents were out for the evening. They’d both been virgins, nervous and unsure, but she’d been so certain of his love that she’d made the first move. Her soul mate…or so she’d thought.
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