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R is for Reckless

Amelia: March 28th, 2026

“Come on,” I say, and I grab his hand. I’m feeling reckless and alive. I am sure this is a terrible idea, but right at the moment, I don’t care. I am sure that part of my decision-making right now is damaged due to my fiance dying not even a week ago, but still. I want to feel someone’s arms around me. I want to feel wanted. I want to feel alive. I need it. And Frank is certainly willing. And now he knows. It felt good to pretend for a little bit with him. To pretend that my whole world wasn’t falling apart. But I had to tell him. He has to know that this can’t go anywhere. My heart is broken. But my body isn’t, and it sounds terrible, but I need to do something reckless.

He follows behind me without a hesitation. Maybe he has doubts in his head, but he certainly doesn’t as he climbs the stairs behind me.

When we get up to my apartment, I unlock the door, and we go inside. There are a few moments of silence, and my arms are around his neck, and I am kissing him, and he is kissing me. My hands slide under his shirt, and his body is warm. I want to feel more of it. We break our kiss just long enough to get his shirt off. And then he pulls mine over my head in the same way. He grunts in frustration that my bra is still keeping our bodies apart, and he rips at it, fumbling with the clasp. I’m about ready to help him when it snaps open. I help him pull the straps down my arms and off, and then our chests are skin to skin, and it feels amazing. 

I am panting as I pull back from our kiss. There is a part of me that wants to lead him to my bedroom, but there are too many memories of Calum there. Hell, there are too many memories of him everywhere in this apartment, but at least we never had sex on this couch or in this room. Calum was always a lights off, missionary kind of guy. Don’t get me wrong, he always made sure I was pleasured, but it was very vanilla. And I don’t know, I always thought I might have a little chocolate morsels mixed in. Or maybe some fresh fruit? I don’t know. I don’t want to say that sex with Calum was boring, but this thing that’s happening with Frank right now is very, very exciting.