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The First Time
Rose
Thirteen years ago. Rose, twenty-two years old.
I don’t think anyone is ever ready for their first time. I’m not. Truth be told, I’m not ready at all, but I don’t want Hunter to know that. I want him to be proud of me. I live for his praises. I’m always hungry for them. It doesn’t matter what type of attention he gives me, I accept it all like a love-sick puppy.
“Rose, why are you following me?”
I stop short behind Hunter. He always knows when I’m close. I think he can smell me.
“How did you know I was following you?” I ask, not at all surprised. The man is amazing, and no one can get the drop on him. Ever.
“Your steps are loud, and you’ve been eating chocolate again.”
I try not to smile, but I can’t help it. Everything about Hunter calls to me. As of late, t
