We were eighteen and thought we knew everything about love.
Then we met each other — and learned we knew nothing at all.
One rainy autumn, one tiny apartment above a record store,
and two hearts that decided forever could start right now.
1 Rainy October
I was closing the record store when you ran in soaked, hoodie dripping on the mat, cheeks pink from the cold. You asked if we had the limited pink vinyl of that one indie album. I said we’d sold the last copy yesterday. You looked so disappointed I heard myself say, “But… I have it upstairs. Want to come listen?”
You followed me up the narrow stairs to my tiny studio above the shop. We put the record on, sat cross-legged on my bed because there was nowhere else to sit, and talked until 4 a.m. When the rain got heavier you stayed. We fell asleep fully clothed, just holding hands. I woke up at dawn with your head on my chest and knew I was already gone for you.
2 First Night Together
Three days later you texted: “come over. parents gone till monday.” I almost ran the whole way.
We kissed in your doorway like we’d been starving. You tasted like peppermint tea and cherry lip balm. We stumbled to your room shedding clothes, laughing when my sock got stuck on the door handle. When we finally touched skin-to-skin it felt sacred. You whispered “I’ve never…” and I answered “Me neither… but I want it to be you.”
We went slow — trembling fingers, soft mouths, learning every inch. When I slid inside you for the first time we both cried a little, not from pain but from how right it felt. You kept saying my name like a promise. I kept kissing your tears away. We came together, clinging, whispering “I love you” over and over until the words lost meaning and became just breath.
3 Waking Up in Love
Morning light through your blinds painted stripes across our naked bodies. You traced them with your finger and said, “I want to wake up like this forever.” I kissed every stripe, then moved lower, taking my time until you were shaking and pulling my hair and coming against my tongue with the softest broken moan I’ve ever heard.
After, we showered together, slippery and giggling, taking turns washing each other’s hair. You pressed me against the tiles and sank to your knees — the first time anyone had ever done that to me. I had to bite my fist to stay quiet so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. When I came you looked up with those huge eyes and smiled like you’d won the world.
4 The Record Store Afternoon
We closed the shop early. Put the “back in 30 min” sign up and never came down.
You bent me over the counter first, skirt flipped up, taking me from behind while the bell above the door kept jingling in the breeze. Then I spun you around, lifted you onto the turntable, and went down on you while your favorite song played at 33 rpm. We were sweaty, laughing, desperate. When we finally came it was together, your legs over my shoulders, my name echoing off the brick walls.
We left the closed sign up for the rest of the week.
5 Midnight Kitchen
Couldn’t sleep, so we raided the fridge in just my oversized hoodie (you) and my boxer briefs (me). Ended up on the kitchen floor feeding each other strawberries and whipped cream.
You licked cream off my neck and suddenly we weren’t hungry for food anymore. I lifted you onto the counter, pushed your thighs apart, and ate you out until your back arched and you soaked my chin. You returned the favor right there on the cold tile, humming around me until I saw stars. We didn’t care that we were sticky and freezing — only cared that it was us.
6 Snow on the Fire Escape
First snowfall. We climbed out your window in nothing but blankets, snowflakes melting on our bare skin. You straddled me on the metal stairs, riding slow while the city slept below us. Every breath came out in white clouds that mixed when we kissed.
When we came it was quiet — just shaking and clinging and “I love you” muffled against each other’s necks. We stayed out until we couldn’t feel our fingers, then crawled back inside and made love again under three quilts, warming each other up the best way we knew how.
7 New Year’s Eve
We stayed in. Just us, fairy lights, cheap champagne. At 11:58 you pushed me against the window overlooking Times Square crowds and sank to your knees. Counted down with my cock in your mouth — 10, 9, 8… When the ball dropped I came so hard my knees buckled.
You stood up, kissed me so I could taste myself, and said, “Happy New Year, baby. Here’s to a million more.” Then you pulled me to the bed and we didn’t sleep at all.
8 Always You
Three years later we still live above that record store. Still close early some afternoons. Still make love on the kitchen floor when we feel like it. Still say “I love you” like it’s the first time, every time.
You’re asleep beside me right now, wearing my hoodie, hair a mess, looking perfect.
I still get butterflies when you walk into a room.
Still lose my breath when you say my name.
Still choose you every single day.
It started with rain and a pink vinyl.
It will never, ever end.
Only you, Luna.
Only us.
Forever.