Erin whined.
“Erin, please,” Cassie said, wishing she had FaceTimed her instead, wishing she could watch this. “Please, baby, come for me, let me hear you.”
Erin did.
She’d never been particularly loud, when they’d fucked before, and she wasn’t now. Her breath stuttered and Cassie must’ve been on speaker, she could hear Erin’s legs thrashing in her sheets.
Erin choked out, “Oh my God,” and she was still coming, this long quiet moan.
Cassie couldn’t stop herself; she closed her eyes and said Erin’s name and she was coming, too, pleasure melting into her bones.
They caught their breath together over the phone. Cassie’s whole body felt soft.
“Goddamn,” she said. “You’re the best Valentine I’ve ever had.”
Erin laughed at her. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I wish I could have been there for real,” Cassie said, stretching. “When we do this again, we’re doing it with video—I want to see your face. Show you how wet you make me.”
“Christ, Cassie,” Erin chuckled. “Are you trying to get me worked up again?”
“See, that’s another reason,” Cassie said. “If we were together, I could easily make you come more than once. We didn’t have enough time for that much over break. I’d like to see how many orgasms I could give you in twenty-four hours.”
“Cassie.”
Cassie grinned into her pillow. “Fine,” she dragged out the word. “I’ll let you go to sleep.”
“Good night, babe,” Erin said. “Thanks again for the flowers.”
Cassie mm-hmmed and ended the call. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Sixteen
ERIN
Erin didn’t wake up until sunlight slipped through the slats of her blinds and fell across her face. She yawned, stretching her whole body, toes reaching for the foot of the bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so late. A pleasant ache settled between her legs. She yanked the top sheet up over her head to hide her blush from the empty room.
She felt … good.
So good. That was the best Valentine’s Day she’d had in years. Flowers and an orgasm, from someone who gave them to her because they wanted to, not because they had to. That part felt better than it should. Cassie had wanted to make her smile.
They hadn’t texted since Erin’s birthday, and not since the day Cassie had left New Hampshire before then. But Cassie had been thinking about her. It felt so good to be wanted.
The feeling waned throughout the day. Or, more accurately, it got overshadowed by another feeling.
Because Parker didn’t call.
It shouldn’t be a big deal—it wasn’t a big deal, really, except for how she’d called every Sunday since they’d dropped her off at school.
It was fine.
There was no reason Parker would know she and Cassie had sexted on Friday. It was fine that her number was in Cassie’s phone; Erin gave it to her over winter break. Cassie was smart enough to delete the messages. It was fine.
Parker had probably lost track of time in the studio. Or maybe she was with Sam—Erin hadn’t gotten any juicy details about the girl, but Parker talked about her every call. Sam’s doing this amazing arrangement of “Savage” by Megan Thee Stallion for her a cappella group or Sam’s going to double major in international affairs and political science. She’s, like, so smart.
Erin was halfway through emptying the dishwasher before realizing it was dirty.
It was just—what if Parker did know? What if she knew, and now she was never going to speak to Erin again?
Erin couldn’t even blame her. She had no excuses. She was being selfish and irresponsible and inconsiderate. And she’d do it again.
Erin [9:14 PM]
Hope you had a good weekend!
She texted Parker, then immediately worried it was going to come off passive-aggressive. Parker probably didn’t even realize she hasn’t called. She was allowed to have her own life. She was growing up. She didn’t need to call her mom every week.
God, that felt worse than the possibility of her never talking to Erin again.
Erin had reloaded the dishwasher by this point. She checked her phone three times in a two-minute span, then finally opened another message.
Erin [9:34 PM]
Did you have a good weekend?
Cassie [9:35 PM]
Pretty good. But it was all downhill from Friday night tbh
Erin pressed the heel of her hand into her mouth, like she had to hide her smile even though there was no one around to see it.