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The memory of it all still pulses through my veins, igniting a deep ache within me that I can’t shake off. It was like a symphony of sensations, each one more intense than the last, leaving me feeling completely consumed by raw passion. And now, in the light of a new day, the soreness makes me smile.
“They were amazing,” I hum. “It was so much more than I hoped for. But they were like…” Trailing off, I point at my messy hair. “One of them was very dark and intense, the other more light and… playful.”
Luce cackles. “So did they give you epic orgasms all night?”
At her question, my core clenches and the skin that was kissed by the… I don’t actually know what tools were used to cause pain, but regardless, my flesh throbs. “In one night I had more orgasms than I’ve had my entire life combined.”
“Your entire life?” she asks, her lips parting comically.
I roll my eyes. “Well, you know… not counting the ones I’ve given myself.”
“Girl, you’re screwed. Literally and figuratively,” Luce teases, savoring a muffin. “You’ll never settle for one guy again—not after having two at once.”
“Stop,” I groan, though I can’t suppress a smile. “It’s not even about the number. It’s how they made me feel.”
“Like the queen you are,” she quips, her laughter dancing around the living room. “You should give those guys a medal.”
“Or an encore,” I murmur, half-joking, half-serious.
Reaching for a muffin, I wordlessly eat it, once again allowing my brain to take me back to last night and this morning. I’m so lost in my thoughts I don’t realize Lucia’s talking until she leans forward, snapping her fingers in my face.
“Earth to Gail,” she laughs. “You need to shower and get dressed. We’re going on an adventure.”
“Adventure?” I echo, grumbling when she gets up and pulls me with her.
Luce follows me into my bedroom, and while I shower, she perches on the toilet, giving me weak hints about what we’re doing. As soon as I’m done, she hands me a towel and wordlessly disappears into my bedroom.
“What are you—” The words die off when she throws some clothes at me.
“Wear this. Trust me.”
Eyeing the pants and black button-up shirt, I huff in annoyance. “Trust you? Why the hell do I need to look formal?” Despite my griping, I still put the clothes on.
Trust has nothing to do with my reluctance. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with Luce, I just kind of wanted to veg all day and reminisce about last night. One of the best things about being unemployed is that I rarely have anywhere to be at a specific time. Which is something I’ve come to love.
“Come on,” Luce barks, swatting my ass. “We have places to be, Gail.”
Gail… it feels so weird to hear her call me that after a night of being called Abby. Gail’s what I normally go by, so I don’t know why I said Abby last night. It just felt right in the moment, like by changing my name, I was shedding a layer of responsibility. Like I was becoming someone new, someone carefree.
Now, in the harsh light of a new day, I’m very much Gail. For a moment, I consider hiding my extreme hair under a beanie, but then I square my shoulders. No, I won’t hide when I’m with Luce. After brushing my hair into submission and braiding it, I go to brush my teeth and make sure I look at least somewhat presentable.
Luce waits by the front door, and she eagerly opens it, rushing me as we walk down the stairs. “Is it weird not living here anymore?” I ask, mostly to say something.
She doesn’t answer straight away, waiting until we’re almost outside. “A little,” she says, linking her arm with mine. “Mostly when I have to knock.”
I grin and get into her car, still the old beat up vehicle she’s so proud of.
The drive to the outskirts of Minneapolis is silent except for the hum of the road beneath us. When we pull up to a sprawling house, its presence stately and grand, I’m stunned.
“Luce, what is this?”
“Welcome to the future Casa de Sawyer and Luce!” Her pride is palpable as she eagerly unlocks the front door.
Inside, we are greeted by an open-concept living area, filled with natural light and adorned with sleek modern furniture. She leads us through each room, her hands gesturing animatedly as she explains her design ideas, pointing to print out mood boards that line the walls, showcasing her vision for this future home. With every step, it becomes clear that this is not just a house, but a carefully curated space brimming with possibility and love.
“Wait, how did you close on a house this fast?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Christmas magic,” Lucia winks. “My cousin owned it. Said he’d leave me alone if Sy and I took the house off his hands. Best present ever.”
