Celeste didn’t mind it much at the time, but after Gemma quickly replaced her with someone else, it haunted her for years. In her darkest, most paranoid moments, she wondered if everything had been one-sided, after all.

But now, Celeste has no doubt that Gemma wants her, with her own legs still lightly trembling as Gemma moans loudly, her fingers pulling on Celeste’s hair. Compared to how shy and reserved she was in the past, this Gemma is a sex goddess, unabashedly expressing her pleasure as Celeste eats her out.

It’s quite possibly the hottest thing Celeste has ever seen.

“Celeste,” Gemma pants. “I’m so close. Celeste, I’m going to—”

With a loud cry, Gemma comes, her eyes rolling back as her body shakes from head to toe.

A smile threatening to overtake her lips, Celeste comes back up to lie side by side with Gemma. They kiss for a few more minutes before Gemma’s eyes slowly flutter closed.

Celeste smirks. Back in college, she used to tease Gemma for always falling asleep after she climaxed. It was one of her quirks, something that has remained the same after all these years.

Celeste watches Gemma sleep for a moment, marveling at how much she resembles Sleeping Beauty with her gorgeous brown waves of hair spooling around her shoulders. And then, she forces herself to get out of the bed.

As she removes her makeup and contacts in front of the bathroom mirror, Celeste realizes she has no idea where things now stand between her and Gemma. They’re not exactly friends, but they’re not exactly exes or lovers, either. They’re somewhere in between, without officially being friends with benefits.

It’s all very confusing, but Celeste is admittedly glad that Gemma passed out before they could talk about things now. It’s late, and she’s exhausted. Any conversation will have to wait until tomorrow.

It’s only the first day of the new year, and already so much has happened between her and her ex.

25: Gemma

The next morning, I’m oddly at peace. Even with my eyes closed, I feel the pleasant warmth of sunlight pouring through the curtains. A gentle weight presses against me, making me feel safe and secure. I don’t remember pulling out my weighted blanket from my box last night, but maybe I did when I was still half-asleep.

I reach down to pull my blanket off and stifle a scream when my hands make contact with human skin. I open my eyes to find that it’s not a blanket on top of me, but a very naked Celeste.

That’s when it all comes back to me. Going to the office NYE party with my ex. Coming back to her place and touching Celeste in ways I’ve only dreamt of doing before. Her, touching me, pleasuring me like she did all those years ago.