Can't Go Home (Oasis Waterfall) by Angelisa Denise Stone Read Free Book Online

that I couldn’t understand the online tutorial for scheduling and asked if he’d come back to the computer lab during lunch to help me. I was armed; he had no defense. Within ten minutes of being in the computer lab alone, we had plans to meet up that night. By the time I moved into my dorm room that Fall, we’d been dating for six weeks.
    Theodore was my first real love (and only thus far). As far as anyone else knows, he was my first sexual experience too. As long as we can keep this under wraps, I may or may not have given my virginity to Sydney’s older brother, Kyle, when I went on vacation with them during Spring Break of my senior year. I’ll never admit anything; I really want to keep my breasts in tact. Sydney always told us that if any of us ever touched her brother, then she’d rip our tits off and feed them to us for breakfast. I’m all for trying new delicatessens, but I’m not too interested in consuming my own body parts. Don’t judge me, Kyle Rogers was the hottest guy in a 60-mile radius. It was unfair of her to make us vow such a ridiculous thing, especially since Sydney is the very definition of a promiscuous rule-breaker.
    Anyway, Theodore and I were the most balanced couple. We weren’t inseparable, like most college couples. We saw each other quite regularly, but we had our own lives. I had my friends; he had his “Physics Phun.” He went to all of my events with me (reluctantly). I went to all of his events with him (reluctantly). We supported each other in any endeavor we chose to embark upon. Theodore even spent the summer before his senior year in Japan for an internship. When he returned, he was more worldly, more adventurous, and just all-around more fun. My junior year (his senior year) was by far the greatest year of my life. We talked incessantly about what was going to happen after our graduations, making plans for the future. We had it all figured out.
    Theodore was going to get a job as a physicist in a “big small town” or in a “small big town.” I would finish my English degree and join him. We’d get an apartment, get engaged, and eventually get married, buy a house, trade in our 2-door cars for a mini van, and have six kids. It was the best laid-out plan. Perfectly devised and meticulously created.
    But it wasn’t. My senior year of college was the worst year of my life. Suddenly, Theodore and I couldn’t agree on anything. Everything was a fight; everything was a battle. Who was coming to visit whom? Who was going to pay? Our fights even escalated into the bedroom. Who was going to be on top? Who initiated sex the last time?
    We couldn’t get along to save our lives—or to save our relationship. I spent the first semester crying, because I either missed him or because I was sick of fighting with him. It was awful. I knew it was over, but I couldn’t accept that fate. People always do that—hold on when they should really be letting go. That’s exactly what I was doing. I wasn’t ready to end it, and neither was he. Until he was.
    It was one of those unseasonably hot days in early November. It was beautiful. Theodore planned the most romantic date for us, a picnic in this small clearing in the woods, the same place he and I first made love. Theodore brought wine and a fluffy blanket, creating a romantic setting. It was at that moment when I realized that I really did want to spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted to make it work, needed to make it work. By God, we were going to make it work. We made love. (Incidentally, much better than that first time around years ago.) It was poetic and passionate, perfection.
    Cuddling on his chest afterward, he leaned up on his arm, and stared at me, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Katie, I want you to remember this moment forever.”
    My breath caught, certain I knew what was coming. “I will Theodore; I promise I will,” I vowed. He was right. It was a moment I’ll never forget.
    “You’ll always have a piece