The first time I fell, I fell hard. I remember it like yesterday. I was young. I thought I knew what love was. How naive.

This wasn't the first time he held me. This had been happening for weeks. Nothing more, nothing less. It was dark in that room. His arms wrapped around my waist. His hands running up my back. My forehead held against his. Our eyes closed. I could feel his breath on my lips. In and out. So slow and methodically. I could hear his heart beat. And then, a shift. I held my breath as his lips gently grazed against mine. And then, he pressed hard. It was like he sucked all the air out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. Fireworks exploded in my mind. My stomach tied itself in a 1000 knots. And then after he pulled away, my hunger grew. I needed more. I pulled him in and the fire of his lust engulfed me.

And from that moment forward, my heart was in his hand. I did everything he said. Wanted him all. Obsession, love, lust, anguish. So many feelings I had all from that one first kiss.