Emi
After I texted Jack last night, we stayed up late like high schoolers texting their first love.
Technically, Jack is my first love. He was the first boy I ever loved, and to be honest; I think he’s the only one I have ever loved. He’s the only one that makes my body and heart feel alive. I accepted his offer of spending time with him and Briar, which is why I was standing in the doorway of his kitchen like a creeper watching him cook.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
“Nope, dinner is almost ready.”
“Where are your plates? I’ll set the table.”
He shuffled to the side of the stove and opened the cabinet revealing his plates and bowls. I grabbed two plates and one of Briar’s plastic plates and walked into the dining room to set the table. His house was nice, it felt homey, and there were pictures of Briar everywhere; I could tell that she was his world.
