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  When he was satisfied that I had grown accustomed to the intrusion, he began to move and in a few seconds he set a grueling pace that unleashed one of the most powerful orgasms I had that weekend. I clutched desperately at the sheets, while he kept pounding into me.

  He screamed my name when he came, and when it was over, his sweaty, shaking body covered mine. He buried his face in my hair and I felt his lips moving, but no sound came out.

  He reached for my phone and checked the timestamp of the last call. He must have heard when my mother said they’d be home in an hour.

  “Damn,” he said. “I have to run.”

  He got out of bed and got dressed hurriedly. I took a look at the clock. Thirty minutes left. At most. I tried to think of all the things I should check before my parents arrived. I had to make sure they don’t notice anyone else was here.

  I put on my crumpled dress and tried to remember all the places where he might have left traces. When he came, on Friday, he had changed into the guest bathroom at the ground floor. Then he had a shower in my parents’ bathroom. I should also check the kitchen and the living room for any pieces clothing or condoms. I tried to focus on anything except the fact that it was over.

  His gym clothes were already in the trunk of his car. We had pretty much done this the day before, without talking about it, so this was more of a quick sweep to see if we had missed anything. We had both known this encounter had a hard time-limit, but neither of us had mentioned it.

  In the garage, I opened the door and he started the car. My heart was racing, dreading that my parents might show up any second. As much as it would hurt after he was gone, I wanted him to get out before they arrived.

  He left the engine running and got out of the car. He kissed me hard on the lips. A long, hard kiss goodbye. Then he was gone.

  To be continued…

  I would never look down on Valentine’s Day again.

  That weekend was a true Saint Valentine miracle. To my surprise, although I missed Paul, the pain didn’t come as strongly as before.

  This time, I knew that having sex with me wasn’t a drunken mistake or something he did out of misplaced pity or kindness. This time we met on equal terms. We enjoyed each other’s bodies with no promises and no expectations.

  No one could ever take his place. I couldn’t have another first crush. He would always be my first love.

  Right now, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have a relationship with him. Something real, something more than sex.

  Even I’d be willing to try, I had no idea how Diane would take it. Or anyone else in his life. Maybe he already had someone special. After all, he’d been divorced for almost two years.

  I couldn’t see myself telling Diane or my parents about it, and I couldn’t accept a secret affair with him, even if I was the one lacking the courage to tell the world. No matter how hot the sex, lying to my parents and to Diane on a regular basis was no more an option than telling them.

  In a few hours, I’d be back in school. In a few months, I’d be in Paris. Maybe fate was going to intervene again. More importantly, maybe Paul wasn’t going to leave things up to fate. If not…

  A part of me feared that I was making a mistake. That I should dare. That maybe my first love was the love of my life. Another part of me looked forward to the future, whatever it was going to hold.

  Author notes

  Thank you for reading this episode.

  It was harder for me to write, because I didn’t include Paul’s point of view. This episode is the hardest for him, because he took a chance to open up, to allow Sarah to get close, and at the end, he has to let her go. He played his cards close to the chest by not telling her that it’s more than sex for him, too. I’m also writing Paul’s side of the story throughout these four episodes and I’d like to offer it as a thank you to people who want to stay in this world of Girls Playing with Fire.

  The next episode happens three years after this weekend, at Diane’s wedding. It’s going to be heavier on emotion and less bedroom gymnastics than this one, but they will find their happily ever after.

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  The Maid of Honor and the Father of the Bride

  Three years after the hottest weekend in her life, Sarah has to face Mr. Sinclair again. It’s her best friend’s wedding and as Diane’s maid of honor, Sarah can’t avoid the father of the bride.

  She’d like to believe that she got over her crush. For Diane’s sake, she will not make a fool of herself. She’s pretty sure she can survive the wedding with grace, even if it’s in the Bahamas, where it all started. But what if she can’t? What if her feelings burst full force and she can no longer deny them?

  This is the Happily Ever After for Sarah and Paul.

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