Paper Kite

I once dated an aloof college boy who lived on financial aid.

I spent a fortune on him and did every ridiculous thing imaginable.

But there was always another girl in his heart.

I refused to take it lying down, so after having my way with him, I ran.

I never expected to see him again two years later.

The penniless student of my memories had become a corporate heir, and he appeared at my birthday banquet.

Cold, elegant, and impossibly out of reach.

I pretended not to know him and turned away.

He caught both my wrists behind my back.

“Why are you running, big sister?”

“You slept with me, and now you don’t want to take responsibility?”