—Eloise—

“Are you sure about this?” Caleb asked, searching my eyes in the dark. “Do you really want me to be your first?”

I gave a hesitant nod before wrapping my arms around his neck.

What could go wrong?

He was my first love.

Caleb Holt.

So what if he was the school gardener’s son and I, the daughter of a billionaire?

I loved him and wanted him to be my first. We were both eighteen, high-school seniors, and tonight was Prom night. In a few weeks, we'd be heading to different ...