Truth or Dare: The Night I Lost My Virginity
Mark had been away in the Marines for two years. When he returned, he looked different — more mature and confident.
The weekend with Aurélie was another sun-drenched adventure with my best friend. We spent the day at the beach, basking in the golden rays and sharing endless laughter over the silliest things.
We were a mess of sand and saltwater when we returned to her house. Aurélie dashed to the master bathroom while I went to the guest shower, eager to wash away the remnants of our seaside escapade.
Standing under the warm spray, I heard a faint knock on the bathroom door. “Hey, it’s Mark. I need to grab something real quick,” his voice called out.
“Uh, okay,” I replied hesitantly, trying to cover myself with my hands. The door creaked open, and I saw Mark glance my way through the clear shower door. He quickly grabbed a towel from the rack.
“Sorry about this, Mandy,” he said, his voice sounding closer than I expected. “Deana usually leaves my stuff in here.”
“It’s fine,” I managed to say, though my heart was racing. Mark had always been the cool older brother. Mark had been away in the Marines for two years. When he returned, he looked different — more mature and…
