Hunter

“There is nothing to worry about.” Would I have had a chance with twenty-year-old Selena? My mind is already hammering away with the thought. “What else do you want to know?”

“How we met.” The way she looks at me now seems like she can see into my soul. Chocolate brown eyes that don’t absorb memories.

I start from the beginning. When I spilt my drink on her, the way she cursed me, when I took her home and when I went to return her cellphone, which led to my bullshit decision and biggest regret I felt: running away right after we had sex. It's more confusing for me...