It sends a surge to my dick just as it always does when I think of her. Gabrielle and I have been together for almost nine months now, and quite frankly it’s been the best time of my life. After her freshman year, she pressed Mom and Dad about having her own room despite how much she loved Harper. She sold them on her being a partier and that it disrupted her flow of studying and my parents ate it up, commending Gabrielle for not getting distracted with the college party life.

Her own room meant no one was wondering where she was when she stayed at my apartment or who the mysterious man was creeping into her dorm at midnight to fuck her senseless.

She and Harper are still friends even after a few months of awkwardness between them and I’m grateful that she has someone to talk to about her relationship with me. She stayed with me for the summer under the ruse of a summer internship because of course she should stay with me instead of wasting twenty thousand dollars on room and board for three months.

It took a while, but ironically, Monica has become our biggest advocate. After both of us had a very long conversations with her, she started to see that this is real.

“You’re staring,” she tells me as she takes a sip of her champagne.

“You’re stunning.” I nod at her, taking her in. She’s wearing an off the shoulder black dress that accentuates her narrow waist and full hips. Her dark hair is curled and pulled over one shoulder, exposing her neck that I just want to sink my teeth into like I always do when her neck is on display. I let out a deep breath about what I want to talk to her about.

She sets down her fork and leans forward. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“Besides fucking you until neither of us can walk?” He shrugs. “Yes, I do.”

She giggles and leans forward as well, sinking her teeth into her full lips that are painted red. “That’s the exact same thing I’ve got on my mind as well, but tell me the other thing.”

I lean on my elbows and rub my hand over my jaw, scratching the stubble. “Baby, I think it’s time to tell Mom and Dad.” Her eyes widen and she darts her eyes around the room like she’s expecting them to appear.

“Wh-what?”

Keep her calm. “Gab, relax. We knew we were going to have to do this at some point. I’m honestly surprised that we’ve been able to keep it a secret this long.”

“But like…this weekend?” she whisper-yells. It’s our parents’ anniversary, so we are driving home tomorrow to celebrate with them as they’re throwing a small party.