A/N: I'm writing this new multi-chapter story, I don't think it will be a long one tho. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1 – Walking Down the Lane of Recollections

There were just a few things Emma Swan had sworn never to do again. Looking into the blue depths of Killian Jones's eyes was at the top of that list.

Yet here she was, back in her hometown of Storybrooke, only five hundred feet away from the Joneses' boathouse, and minutes away from facing the man who had shattered her heart into a million pieces nine years ago.

He was her first love, her high school sweetheart. The man she had loved to no end. The only man she'd ever imagined standing at the altar with, having children with… until he'd bailed on her the day before they were supposed to leave for college together.

The now twenty-seven year old blonde got out of her yellow bug, shoving the door shut and leaning heavily against it as she gazed at the Jones family boat.

The boat that held so many memories, their first date, first kiss, first…

Emma closed her eyes and took in the fresh air deep into her lungs.

The memory of her virginity given to him on that very boat flashed in front of her eyes; he had taken her body with such tenderness she had no idea even existed. His delectable touch so consuming that it still burned her skin. He'd savored, cherished, admired…made her feel as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

He'd made her feel loved. But had he really loved her or had it all been an act? She wasn't sure. Not that it mattered now. That was not why she came to see him.

She began walking toward the boathouse, dressed in dark tights, a casual white blouse and her favorite red leather jacket. The sound of her boots thumping against the pavement filled the late afternoon air. And while her footsteps quickened with every step she took, they were unable to keep up with the beats of her racing heart.

Her hand clenched around her car keys. A thumb nervously tracing the pattern on the swan keychain as she thought of the man who had given it to her – the man she'd left back in New York and the real reason to why she was here.

In order for her to move forward she needed to let go of her past, she needed to let go of Killian Jones.

She remembered Killian as nothing less than an absolute God. He had always known how to treat a lady, inside the bed and out. And his looks had been the kind of stuff that erotic dreams were made of. Striking blue eyes taking center stage in his unbelievably handsome face, and his fit body had had the right amount of hair and muscle on it. All the girls had wanted him, and all the guys had wanted to be him. And she? The swan girl? Had been lucky enough to live the teenage dream.

It had been so long and she began doubting the credibility of these memories. She needed to prove to herself that they were nothing but a figment of her imagination, or an exaggeration at the least.

No one was that perfect.

She needed to see with a grown woman's eyes that he was flawed just like the rest of male-kind. Once she gained a real perspective about the myth that was Killian Jones she'd finally leave the past and him behind, where they belonged.

…

Emma spotted him, crouched down near one of the sailboats that had been hauled out of the water for renovation. With her green gaze transfixed on him, she felt her heart pounding like a sledgehammer and her hands misted with perspiration. Jesus she was actually sweating.

Killian was immersed in his work, maturity definitely graced him. He was even more buff these days, and his skin deliciously suntanned. His strong arms and back muscles flexing as he sanded the bottom of the boat.

He was shirtless.

Emma's knees weakened and her mouth watered by hunger she hadn't known she was still capable of feeling. An intense, untamed lust only experienced as a sex-crazed teenager. She had been a young woman then, discovering her sexuality and blessed with a skilled caring boyfriend who had taken his time to sate her desires.

The last time Killian had done just that had been the last time she saw him.

They'd left their love-nest that had been the quarters of his family boat and walked hand-in-hand the short distance to her parents' house.

"I withdrew my college application." He'd dropped the bomb with a straight face. "I'll always remember the good times we had and I'm sure you'll do great out there."

Almost three years together and he dumped her like a meaningless fling.

She had no idea how long he'd known he was going to stay in Storybrooke and take care of his family business instead of going to college. The entire summer? Their entire high school senior year?

The fact that he hadn't asked her to stay with him and the coolness with which he'd handled the breakup had let her known how little she'd meant to him.

Paralyzed by the same sharp pain in her chest that she'd felt almost a decade ago, she stood there reliving the moment. Thankfully, she had more self-control now and managed to keep her eyes dry.

She took the final few steps, getting a close look on Killian's sweat-sheened back and tousled dark hair. God this sight of him brought back memories. Memories of a time when she had been the reason he'd looked like this – sweaty and ruffled.

"Hey," she said a bit loudly, trying to overcome the sound of the sander.

"What can I do for you, love?" He shouted without looking back, his gaze concentrated on the path he was making with the tool.

His husky accented voice left her speechless. It was the voice that used to whisper the three little words in her ear every single time he slid inside her. The repetitive gesture had been heart-swelling while they lasted. But after they were over, it was one more painful memory that had seared into her brain. And heart. Leaving her feeling like a fool for believing him whole-heartedly instead of taking his words for what they really were – empty. She wondered sometimes if it had been some kind of a pre-fuck ritual for him, since he'd probably never meant them, since he'd obviously never loved her.

A lump welled in her throat and she forced it back down, determined to get her roaring emotions under control. She inhaled deeply and tried to steel her nerves. Her damp, shaky hands found sanctuary in the back pockets of her pants as she reminded herself the purpose of her visit.

After an endless minute without a word Killian finally shut off the sander, then jumped up to his feet and turned around to face her. Her heart damn near stopped in her chest when her eyes met the bright blue eyes that had haunted her dreams for the past nine years.

"Hello Killian,"

With mouth agape, now he was the one who was left speechless.