Love Again

It went by in flashes and bangs. I was with Aaron for a year and a half. The relationship was, unbelievably, everything I had ever wanted. Until about a month ago, when he started acting kind of strange; he was nervous and over thinking things. One day, he asked me to stop over to talk about things. Soon, the conversation, and the relationship, was over. We broke up on a warm Friday afternoon, even though we were still clearly in love with each other. It was sad but, to him, it needed to be done. A few weeks later, I had finally gathered up his stuff. Although I still loved him, and would have loved to keep his clothes at my house, he needed to get his shit out of my closet.

Aaron came over after work. He knocked on my door, something he hadn't done in over a year; I was a brunette, my eyes were dark to match, with slightly tanned skin and a small frame. My breasts were well shaped and always drew attention from Aaron's eyes and hands, so when I answered in my short blue jean shorts