Boyfriends house

I was staying over my boyfriends house for the first time. We were having a laugh, a few dvds and two bottles of cider. All of a sudden a massive thunderstorm started up. I was sitting on his windowsill, in his hoody, with a cigarette, watching the lightning. He said he’d never forget that image. The bit inbetween, is a bit of a blur-on account of the cider-but we started making out. I told him I was ready. I’ll never forget that night. I cried afterwards-I don’t know whether it was because I was so young, because of the alcohol, or because of how beautiful the scene was, with all the lightning flashes. Either way, it was very special. We’re still together now.

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