“Your slick cunt is soaking me. Fuck, I’m right there,” I grit out as I spill into her. My body vibrates with the force of my climax; my eyes shut, and my head drops to her shoulder just as she screams my name.

“I love you so much,” she moans as our orgasms roll through us.

The four days didn’t go quite as slow as I thought they would. I spent time with my parents and a few of my friends from high school, and Monica even hung around. I still spent every night on FaceTime with him and we both gave each other a show that ended with us both out of breath and sated. I am packing up the last of my things before I leave for New York when my sister enters the room and flops down on my bed. Her hair is pulled into a top knot with strands escaping her bun and pulls her glasses down to rest on her nose.

“You almost ready?”

I spin around, tossing my flat iron and makeup bag in my overnight tote and nod. “Thanks for driving me, Mon.” Monica is staying through the New Year and leaving the day after New Year’s Day so she can recover from the hangover she’s already planning to have tomorrow. She and a bunch of her friends are doing a bar crawl around Connecticut and then staying at some ritzy resort across town. I was invited to come, but I told her I had plans with Harper and some of the girls from my dorm.

She doesn’t say anything back and when I look over at her she looks like she wants to say something. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow as she scrunches her lips together. “Gab, is there anything you want to talk about?” My heart begins to accelerate instantly and I try to calm my nerves before answering her in what I believe would be a high pitched and very telling, “No!”

“What do you mean?” I continue making eye contact, knowing that averting my gaze will just make me look guilty.

“You’ve just been different this week, that’s all. Almost like you’ve been on edge. Nervous. You always tell me everything and I feel like you’re keeping something from me.” She lowers her glasses again and looks at me over the tops of the lenses.

I shake my head and do my best to force a chuckle. “No girl, there’s nothing. It was just a long semester. I guess I’m still coming down from that.” I zip my tote closed and set it on top of one of my suitcases. “You’re overthinking it.” She narrows her gaze, staring at me like I have the answers written all over my face.