Hunter sighed as he stood in the backyard of his childhood home,

staring up at the tree house he had put together with his dad so many years ago.

He hated coming back to Bloomfield, especially now that his parents had both

passed away. But there were things to attend to, like cleaning out this house and preparing it to be

sold. Hunter zipped up his jacket, the November wind picking up. He was just about to head to the garage

for a pair of work gloves when a familiar face caught his eye. No way. Macy? He called, walking over

to the fence that divided his backyard from the neighbors.

His former girlfriend, Macy, was right there in front of him, looking as beautiful as ever.

Her strawberry blonde hair stuck out from the bottom of her green winter hat.

Did you forget my aunt lived next door to you?

Macy said with a laugh, Hunter's stomach made a swooping motion.

Before he could stop himself, he was inviting Macy over for hot chocolate,

which they decided to enjoy up in the treehouse

with a blanket draped over them.

"'This place is awesome,' said Macy.

She looked around the space, which still contained old remnants of their former years.

"'I can't believe I lost my virginity in a tree house.

I can.

Hunter laughed.

God, we were so young and dumb, weren't we?

He stared into Macy's green eyes, debating on whether or not to make a move, but Macy beat him to it.

She put their mugs aside and leaned in, pressing her cold lips to his.

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