I’d being seeing a girl from college for a couple of years, we were seeing each other for about a year but she was relucant to go beyond the flirtation phase and do anything like let me put my arm round her or hold her hand when we were hanging, she told me it was because of her previous boyfriend, she was finding it difficult to ‘accept me’ but i was okay with that, eventually we both just snapped and ended up hooking up

Not trying to recreate fifty shades of grey or some other erotic novel shit, but when we hooked up, it was awesome, it was a year in the making so it was amazingly good sex, halfway through, her phone went off, most of our friends had guessed what was about to happen between us so had the respect not to bother us, so we were like, what the fuck, but as soon as she found her jean-shorts, her face dropped, from a girl who was in the woes of ecstasy, looked as if she saw a ghost, i asked “What’s wrong” and she showed me the text, which was from her boyfriend “Im glad you moved on” it said, i was not impressed “what a fucking drama queen, don’t let him make you feel bad, no wonder why it ended” but she was crying now, and shaking “Baby what’s wrong?! i said, worried now
“It didn’t end because of a breakup” she said “He died three years ago”

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