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Some first times aren’t for the fans. Some first times are just for the two people lucky enough to stumble through them together.

They didn’t perform. They didn’t pose. For the first time in years, Riley wasn’t curating an expression or counting beats between breaths. She was just… there. Present. And when Liz finally laughed—a real, surprised laugh, mid-kiss, because their teeth bumped—Riley realized she was crying.

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Riley stared at the screen, a half-eaten bag of sour gummy worms in her lap. Liz Jordan. She knew the name—a rising star on the platform, all girl-next-door charm with a library of content that felt less like performance and more like confession. They’d never spoken.

Curiosity piqued, she typed back: “Go on.” Some first times aren’t for the fans

Afterwards, they lay under a thick quilt, listening to the ice crack on the lake.

When Liz opened the door, Riley’s first thought was: She’s even prettier without the filter. Her second thought: What the hell am I doing here? They didn’t pose

Riley reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Liz’s ear. Her fingers lingered. “Okay,” she whispered. “Then let’s start there.” What followed wasn’t a scene. It was clumsy. It was quiet. There were moments of hesitation—Liz flinching at her own vulnerability, Riley whispering “it’s okay, we don’t have to”—and then a slow, unspoken permission.