She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.

Pandora’s Box could not be unopened, no one could return to Eden.

Innocence could be lost more than once after all.

Nothing stayed, nothing ever changed. But love, only love, that was the true part of the story, no matter what the beginning, middle or end.

We lay that way for a while, breathing together, watching the shadows flicker over the walls and each other’s faces. She played with a wet strand of my hair, wrapping it around her finger. It...