First

"Hello?"

"L.E is out sick and we are crazy busy, I need you to cover her shift."

"Sure thing-I'll be there soon"

I took the last few bites of my leftover and headed over to work. Not even ten minutes into my shift I'm nauseous and could barely keep myself from chucking my food into the customers lap. I knew we were busy and I knew I would never hear the end of it if I bailed this shift but I had to leave. I walked out trying to keep my composure, but I wasn't able to keep anything for long. Everything came rushing out of me.

I took a few deep breaths bought some water at a gas station and shuffled my way to the park. At least it was dark and I can throw up in peace until my body had its fill. I stayed there but it was cold and I was getting a little nervous. It was late and it did not look like I was going home any time soon. I thought of hopping on the trolley but moving even two steps triggered Niagara falls. 

I opted instead to call my roommate to no avail. I called my friend that I knew worked close by but no answer. So I called my friend who lived two hours from me to complain and throw in the possibility that I was going to die at the park. 

"Hello?"

"I can't stop throwing up and I think I'm just going to die at the park"

"What the hell what do  you mean, call C or G, or anyone to pick you up"

"Nobody is picking up"

"Call Sid then"

"Oh god no, I'll never do that."

"Just call him"

"No- I have to go"

Five minutes later I get a call from said Sid.

"Hey what's going on are you okay?"

"Yea I'm good"

"No you aren't T called me, she told me  your at the park sick"

"Don't worry about it I'll be good I'm just gonna stay here until I feel a little better then head home"

"Don't go anywhere I'll come and get you"

"No it's okay"

"Don't be so stubborn, just wait."

I could fight, but for what? I told him Okay and I waited.

I was sitting on a park bench but it was too bright. I moved to a darker spot and stayed curled in the corner. Finally Sid found me tucked away. He smiled his little smile and picked me up in all my disheveled glory. We walked slowly back to his place and he put me in the shower. Twenty minutes of hot water running down my body was everything I needed. I washed all my clothes and hung them to dry. I stepped out of the shower and snuggled into his bed. I felt much better. He came up the stairs smiling at  me holding some tea in his hand. I drank it up and laid back in the bed ready to sleep. He got under the covers with me held me tight and kissed me goodnight. Then kissed me again, maybe a hello? He kissed me more, caressing my hips in ways I forgot I loved. Shifting himself he was on top of me. His hair flooded out curtaining my face in with his. 

"Is this okay?"

I smiled and nodded my needy yes. 

My legs spread to accommodate his body, gently he filled me up. I gasped surprised at how wonderful it felt. At how much I wanted this, at how much each kiss meant. We stayed locked in to each other. He gently pulled out and pushed back in, my hips extending to meet each thrust. It felt beautiful, it felt like love. 

This was the first time I was present to enjoy it. The first time I wanted every minute of it. This may not be the first time for me but it was the first time for my heart, and this is the time I will always think about.