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My First,
My Last
     
    by Lacey Silks
     
     
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    Copyright 2012 © Lacey Silks
     
     
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    ISBN-978-0-9878772-8-4
     
    Widowed two years ago, Rose is ready for a new relationship.
She’s considered following her heart to look for the man she made love to for
the first time but her ex’s frivolous lifestyle has kept her from finding Jake
in Venice. When she opened her front door, he was the last person she expected.
Now, as he stands on her doorstep Rose needs to decide whether to give the man
who took her virginity a chance at a life together. While her mind tells her to
be careful, her body longs to be taken by him once again.
    There’s nothing more that Rose wants than for her first
lover to be her last.
    My First, My Last is an Erotic Romance short story,
approximately 5300 words (250 words/page). Contains adult content and graphic
sex scenes.
     
    CONTENTS
    Beginning
    Middle
    End
    About the Author
    More
work by Lacey Silks
    Connect
with me online
     
    To all our firsts
     
    ***
    The full moon shone through the black
leaves above our heads. The aroma of apples in the orchard wafted on the light
breeze. I knew it must be after ten because I’d left my aunt’s house at a
quarter to, and the walk took just under fifteen minutes. We’d been standing in
an embrace for longer than that. Meeting Jake every day was a necessity. Any
minute away from my boyfriend was a wasted one. I needed him like I needed air.
Each morning, I ran through the yellow grain field to meet him right after
breakfast. A last kiss goodnight stolen in the evening meant I’d sleep well,
dreaming of him.
    My aunt wouldn’t be upset if I missed my ten o’clock curfew,
so I continued to enjoy Jake’s warm embrace, letting my head rest against his
steady chest. Only two weeks of our summer vacation remained before I would fly
back home overseas with a heartache, more than four thousand miles away from
Jake. For the next ten months, I’d write him letters, telling him about school,
my friends, how much I missed him and loved him; and most importantly, how many
days remained until I saw him in July. This was our second summer together—out
of many more, I hoped.
    My heart pounded. I took a deep breath and lifted my head.
    “I want you to be my first,” I whispered against Jake’s lips.
The apple tree gave enough shadow from the moonlight to cover my heated cheeks.
    He pulled away just enough for the moon