Hunter didn't know what to think when he got home from work that evening and found Button all moved into the cabin. She had diplomatically placed her belongings and art supplies in the second bedroom which Hunter found to be both a relief and a disappointment. She was at the kitchen counter cooking supper, happily humming as she worked.
"Are you hungry?" She asked without turning around. She was wearing loose fitting green sweat pants and a untucked white blouse.
"Sure," he said, kind of liking the situation.
He took a seat at the table and Button served up a pasta dish, taking a seat across from him. They told each other about their day and how surprised Eloise was to come back to the dorm to find Button moving out. When the conversation eased up, Button cleared her throat.
"I sincerely want to apologize to you, Hunter," She said, looked at him with a pained expression on her face. "I have no excuse for letting my drinking rule my life. Losing my father was devastating but it's a cop out to use that as a reason to throw everything else away. I'm ashamed about my behavior and I regret that I wrecked what we had."
"You hurt me a lot," Hunter admitted.
"I know," she said sadly, tears forming in her eyes.
"I have a lot of trust issues now," he told her.
"I understand," she sighed. "I wish things had gone differently but we can't change the past."
"Only the future," Hunter agreed.
She glanced down at her plate and sighed. "I wish you still liked me enough to call me Button,' she said. "Barb just doesn't feel right between us."
Hunter stared at her for a long time. "Don't be sad, Button," he finally said.
She leaped from her chair and rushed to him as he stood too. She jumped into his arms and they kissed each other with desperation, Button sobbing uncontrollably now.
"I love you, I love you, I love," she cried. "I've always loved you."
He carried her to his bed and gently placed her on the mattress, lying beside her and cuddling her while she cried, patiently waiting for her to collect herself.
"I barely remember losing my virginity," Button finally said. "I fantasized for so long being with you for the first time and I ended up doing it with some creep when we were both drunk."
"Shhh," Hunter said.
"I've been disappointed ever since," Button continued. "I've always felt let down because I always knew I wasn't with who I wanted to be with."
"You're my real first love," she told him. "I know it can be better with you."
Button suddenly jumped from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Hunter asked with confusion.
"Nowhere," she grinned as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and letting it fall from her shoulders. Hunter's eyes grew wide when she tossed aside her bra, shimmied out of her sweats and panties and jumped on top of Hunter, naked.
"I'm the one who's supposed to be On The Button," Hunter joked as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Kiss me," she said.
And so he did, passionately and with more emotion than he had ever felt before, knowing she was supposed to be his first and although he hadn't waited for her, he wanted to pretend that they were both their firsts now. She forced him to roll over so he was on top of her.
"Now you're On The Button," she giggled as he continued to kiss her. "Unbutton me," she pleaded.
"You'll always be my Button," he whispered.