My eyebrows raise as that confession slips through her lips. My cock hardens at the thought of her slipping her fingers in her sexy little pussy. A vibrator running over her sensitive nub as she screamed my name through her climax. “You did, huh?” I cock my head to the side and give her a smug grin. “What were we doing?”

She bites her bottom lip as she presses a hand to her forehead shielding her eyes from me. “I can’t believe I told you that.”

“Why? You were always honest with me. You told me everything. You always have.” I shrug. “Even before all of this…” And that was true, Whitney always told me everything. Things she didn’t even tell her parents. Her first crush. The first time she failed a test. When she got drunk for the first time. When she smoked for the first time. I picked her up from more parties when she’d snuck out of her house and even covered for her once or twice when her parents suspected she was out somewhere she had no business being. I was the first person she told that she wanted to be a lawyer and the first person she called at three a.m. when she finally worked up the nerve to open what would come to be her acceptance letter from Stanford letting her know she got in for undergrad.

She doesn’t respond to what I said, she just stares off into space before she finally turns back to me and meets my gaze. Her eyes are glassy and I can see the unshed tears dying to fall. “How… why?”

I let out a sigh and slide my seat back to lean back a little. The car is still on but I don’t want to risk changing the direction that this night is headed by suggesting we go inside yet. I’m trying to let her navigate where things go and she seems to be comfortable sitting in my driveway as the faint sounds of The Weeknd play through my speakers.

“When I got down there, it was mayhem. We were working for days on end. Forty-hour shifts. Ninety-hour weeks. I mean, you saw how those first few months of the pandemic were; there was so much uncertainty and chaos. I barely slept or ate and when I did it was at the hospital. I think it took me two months to call my mom. I felt like I was in a daze and one day I looked up and I’d been there nine months. It was still crazy, but I was at least starting to leave the hospital for more than a few hours at a time. I was just busy…”

“Saving the world?” She smiles. “God, you can’t actually be this perfect.”

I lean over the console and brush my nose against hers. “Are you referring to me as God?”