Whatever comes next, we face it together.
“Can’t sleep,” she said, already climbing onto my bed like she owned it.
“Terrified,” I admit.
When we break apart, she touches my face. “Scared?”
The conversation that followed was three hours long. There were tears. There was a moment my stepdad walked outside and just stood in the yard for twenty minutes. My mom kept saying, “We should have seen this coming.” Life With a Flirty Step-Sister -Final-
My chest ached. “Emma…”
The summer after graduation felt like one long, slow exhale. Whatever comes next, we face it together
I raise an eyebrow. “A love letter? How old-fashioned.”
I pull her off the suitcase and kiss her. It’s not quick or careful. It’s the kind of kiss that says I’m not running anymore . When we break apart, she touches my face
And I’d go.
“We know,” I said.