Hot First Love

It was brutal how I dumped Josh. I practically destroyed him.

Years later, successful and with a gorgeous girlfriend on his arm, he showed up at our high school reunion. I arrived fashionably late, and his girlfriend raised her glass to me.

“Thanks for dumping Josh back then because he was broke,” she smirked.

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t be the CEO’s girlfriend now.” I chuckled lightly, “No worries, I have a toast of my own. Sorry, I’m late; I had a blind date.”

Josh’s hand spasmed, and his wine glass shattered on the floor.

As I opened the door to the private room, everyone stopped talking and stared. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes met Josh’s.

Seven years had changed him.

The skinny, lanky teenager was now tall and built, his features sharp and defined. Gone was the tenderness in his gaze, replaced by resentment and something…hurt.

He had his arm around a beautiful woman, and after a brief, cold glance at me, he looked away.

His girlfriend sized me up with the distinct look of a woman checking out her partner’s ex.

I figured they’d already dissected my history with Josh before I arrived. The air was thick with awkwardness.

Someone broke the silence, “Amy, the reunion’s been going for a while. What took you so long?”