She told Ethan she was waiting to have sex because of her morals—a half-truth she clung to. The real reason was messier: she couldn’t shake the shallow, nagging thought that she didn’t want her first time to be with someone short. It embarrassed her to even think it, but there it was.

One Friday night, Ethan had to finish a project, so Lila went to a party with her friends at the football team’s off-campus house. The air buzzed with music and laughter, and she felt light, free from the weight of her secret. Three players from the team—Jake, Marcus, and Tyler—caught her eye. Each towered over 6’5”, all broad shoulders and easy confidence. They flirted with her, their voices low and teasing, and when they suggested slipping upstairs to “hang out,” her pulse raced. She followed them, her mind a blur of nerves and desire.

In the dim bedroom, things escalated fast. Their hands were on her, and she didn’t stop them. She was dizzy with how much she wanted it—their height, their strength, the raw thrill of it all. One by one, they took turns, unprotected, her body trembling with a mix of adrenaline and arousal. At one point, two of them were with her at once, and she lost herself in the heat of it. When it was over, she lay there, breathless, a wave of guilt crashing over her. She’d enjoyed every second, but now the reality sank in.

Back at her dorm, Ethan was waiting. His eyes flickered to the stains on her dress—smudged makeup, a spilled drink, something more—but he didn’t ask. She saw the question in his face, though, and mumbled about a wild night with the girls. He nodded, quiet.

A week later, still wrestling with her shame, she slept with Ethan. She told him it was her first time, her voice shaking as she sold the lie. He was gentle, loving, and she hated herself a little more.

Ten years passed. Life wove them together—graduation, jobs, a shared apartment. Ethan proposed, and Lila said yes, her love for him deeper than her old insecurities. But the night before their wedding, the guilt she’d buried clawed its way out. Sitting on their couch, tears streaming, she confessed everything—the party, the football players, the lie she’d carried. Ethan’s face crumpled, anger flashing before it softened. He walked out to think, leaving her sobbing. Hours later, he came back, took her hand, and said he forgave her. It wasn’t easy, but he loved her too much to let it break them.

They married the next day, and though the shadow of that night lingered, they built a life together—messy, imperfect, but happy.

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