The summer had flown by in a haze of stolen touches, risky f***s, and nights where Alex ruined me so thoroughly I could barely walk the next morning. Now it was over. My suitcase was packed in the trunk, and Jake had already said his goodbye at the house, giving me a big hug and telling me to “study hard, squirt.” He had no idea his best friend had spent the entire summer turning his little sister into a c**k-drunk mess.
Alex drove me to the airport in silence for most of the ride, one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on my thigh. The tension was thick. We both knew this was it, the last time before I flew back to college.
He pulled into the long-term parking garage and found a quiet spot on the upper level, far from the few scattered cars. The moment the engine cut off,
