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We were supposed to go to this concert together but our breakup months prior hindered that.

I had seen him at other concerts and thought if he wondered about me. He had broken things off only after 5 months but understandably. We were head over heels for each other but the fighting just became too much.

I was waiting in line for the concert and saw him walk by. I froze. I hid behind some people then I made eye contact with him from afar and he waved. I waved him to come in line with me. It has been about two months since our breakup.

We caught up. Our lives had changed a lot in the past two months. I declared that we would hang out that night since that was the original plan anyway and we were both alone. He offered to drive me home after the concert after I’d asked if he’s doing anything after haha.

The concert was great. We danced in our own world and stayed close but nothing intimate, just some jokes here and there.

The ride home was tame too. Nothing impure other than me asking if he’s been slutting it up bc I definitely have but I didn’t let him know all the details.

When we pulled up to my house, he parked. I didn’t expect that since I didn’t think he’d want to spend anymore time.

I said my goodbyes but I asked if he wanted to kiss. Very juvenile but it was worth a shot. He was flustered but agreed. At first, it was gentle and I wondered it would just be a peck but with my hand on his cheek, there was something more.

We pulled away for a second and immediately went back in, this time his hand was on my cheek, grabbing me closer to him. It felt like our first makeout session again.

Our kissing became more intense, I even put my tongue into his mouth (which I know he likes). I felt his hands running along my body, feeling me and my curves and my sweat from the concert 30 minutes ago.

I kissed his cheek and smirked to myself, “Did you miss this?”. He responded quietly and out of breath, “Yes”.

I smiled as I went to his ear and nibbled on it, listening to his exhaling moan as he said, “I can’t believe you got with other guys”. I love a jealous man. I told him that I had wondered of him everyday which he was pleased with.

We pulled away and just looked at each other in each other’s arms. He took my glasses off and moved them out of the way and said, “You are the prettiest girl I have ever dated”. Like it needed to be stated. I told him that I already knew.

I kissed him again as he held onto me. We talked about the breakup and how it’s good that it happened even though it was hard.

When I was gonna leave he wanted me to stay back and held my torso. I love that he wanted me and I was the one to leave this time.

NSFW: yes

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