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“You could get a tie,” she whispers.
“Why don’t you help me pick one out?” I lace our fingers and tug her toward my closet.
It’s a small walk-in, like all the closets in this house. Hanging on the back of the door is a tie rack with a half a dozen options. Winter brushes her fingers over the soft fabrics and chooses a black satin one.
When we reach the bed, she tosses the tie on the rumpled sheets and hooks her thumbs into her panties. I cover her hands with mine. “Why don’t we keep these on for a little while longer?”
She tips her head. “You’re really going to drag this one out, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “We have limited days left before our schedules are full of classes and practice. I want to make the most of them.”
“Hmm... Good point.” She sits on the edge of the bed and shimmies back to stretch out. “Let the teasing resume.”
I climb up after her and wrap the tie around my fist until only a foot of fabric dangles.
“Should I close my eyes?” she asks.
“Up to you.” I brush the silk from her knee all the way to the top of her thigh. Placing one of my knees between hers, I drag the silk over her stomach, then lower, skimming between her thighs.
“Oh fuck.” She gasps. “You’re going to kill me softly.”
“Mm...” I drag it higher, between her breasts. “We should get some feathers.”
“Feathers?” Her eyes flick between me and the tie moving over her skin.
“Imagine how nice they would feel right here.” I let the tie sweep over her nipple, then across her collarbones. “Or here.”
She sucks in a breath. “Feathers would be a great idea.”
Eventually I cover her eyes with the soft fabric, and she ties it behind her head. And then I kiss every inch of her, murmuring hot words against her skin, bringing her to orgasm with my fingers and then my mouth. It isn’t until I’m about to fill her that I remove the blindfold. Her eyes meet mine as I push inside, and she comes in violent, glorious waves.
I wish we could stay here, in this perfect bubble of bliss, where it’s just her and me. But it has to break eventually. I just didn’t realize it had the potential to shatter.
28 THE BUBBLE
BJ
The week before classes begin passes in a blur of sex, campus visits, time with friends, and ice time. Adele and I take a couple of days to settle in, and then we’re back at it, practicing our new routine for our next competition later this fall. My mom suggested that I record some of our practices during the week so she can monitor progress.
Adele isn’t the biggest fan of this strategy because she says it makes her nervous, so I often don’t tell her when I’m recording—otherwise she’ll overthink it and ask me to re-record. Or she’ll want to watch them in the middle of practice, and that’s not the best use of our time.
Hockey practices don’t officially start until the first week of school, but Fern, who plays for the college team as well, has offered to show Winter around the facilities and invited her to play pick-up with some of the other women on the team. So far we’re off to a good start.
On the first day of classes, Winter and I drive in together, but her schedule on Mondays is spread out, so she has big breaks between classes and doesn’t finish until after five. I have practice with Adele in the afternoon at one of the rinks closer to her college, and Winter has hockey practice, so she brings her bike so she can ride home.
Our friend group plans to meet up in the quad at noon for lunch, since it works with most of our schedules. Winter, Lovey, Rose, River, Josiah, and Quinn have already nabbed a picnic table by the time I arrive with my chicken wrap combo from one of the school cafeterias. Lovey, Winter, and River have insulated lunch bags full of Tupperware containers. Quinn has a giant sub that’s leaking sauce all over the wax wrapper, Josiah has pizza, and Rose is eating a muffin.
“Hey, hey! How was everyone’s morning?” I sit next to Winter and kiss her on the cheek.
Everyone mumbles hello around mouthfuls of food.
Winter swallows a bite of her sandwich. “So great! I already know I’m going to love my social deviance class. In person is so much better than online. How was your morning?”
“My advanced behavioral and cognitive neuroscience course is going to be a shit-ton of work, but so far so good.”
“Behari still teaches that, right?” Quinn asks from the other end of the table.
“Yeah, she does.”
