Jo's P.O.V.
A few more weeks had passed, and spring break was already here.
It was Friday, and Brittany was driving me home.
"I didn't know it's gonna be in Italy, Jo," she said once she parked in front of my house.
This afternoon she told me the news—that her minions had planned a trip abroad for break. I thought they'd just end up in Florida or somewhere close, not halfway across the world.
"It's fine." I forced a smile.
I didn't want to be the kind of girlfriend who stopped her from doing things, just because I was uncomfortable with them.
"You go have fun with the girls. I'm sure they miss you," I added, trying to sound encouraging.
"You're the best." She leaned in, smiling, and hugged me. "I love you, and I'm gonna miss you." Then she kissed me.
It was supposed to be brief, but I didn't let her pull away. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back in, undoing my seatbelt and then hers. My arm wrapped tightly around her waist as I deepened the kiss, hungrily, desperately.
She moaned against my lips when I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, and it only pushed me further.
Her hands weren't still either—one slid up to my breast, the other tangled in my hair at the back of my neck.
"Fuck... I think we have time," she whispered breathlessly.
Her flight was later this afternoon.
"Yeah?" I murmured, helping her shift onto my lap. She straddled me, and I hurriedly unzipped her jeans. With no care for anything else, I slipped my hand under the fabric and into her panties.
She was already wet.
Thank God for tinted windows.
Her lips never left mine as I slid a finger inside her. The muffled moan she let out against my mouth was enough to make my pulse race.
"Oh god, Jo!" she whimpered, her hips grinding down against my hand.
I pushed in a second finger, and she clung to me tighter, as if she couldn't decide whether to pull me closer or push me away from the intensity.
'Baby, you're killing me..." she gasped, but her body betrayed her words, pressing harder against my touch.
Her body trembled over mine, her breath ragged as she whispered my name.
"Jo..." she moaned again, burying her face into my neck.
I curled my fingers deeper, my thumb brushing over her clit, and she arched against me, a desperate sound escaping her lips. The way she clung to me, like she didn't want to let go.
"You feel so good," I whispered against her ear, kissing the edge of her jaw, her cheek, her temple.
Her hands dug into my shoulders as she moved with me, her hips finding a rhythm that matched my touch. Each moan got softer, shakier, like she was trying to hold back but couldn't.
She finally broke when my fingers pressed just right, her body tensing before melting against me. She gasped my name, muffling the sound against my lips as I swallowed her cry with another kiss.
Her whole body shook, and I held her through it, my hand never leaving hers, my other arm locked tight around her waist.
When she finally slumped against me, catching her breath, I kissed her forehead. "I'm gonna miss you too," I whispered.
For a moment, it felt like the world outside the car didn't exist. No flight, no distance, no time running out. Just us.
But then she laughed softly, breathless, and rested her head against mine. "That was hot, Jo!"
"Right?" I teased, brushing her hair back.
She kissed me one more time, slower this time, almost like she was trying to memorize it. Then she sighed and glanced at the time on her wrist watch. "I really have to go now. If I'm late, Gizelle will kill me." She joked.
I nodded, though my chest felt heavy. "Go on, babe. Don't keep Italy waiting."
She smirked, squeezing my hand before sliding back to the driver seat and fixing her clothes, tossing me one last smile.
I stepped out, just to see her off. She waved at me through the tinted glass as she pulled out of the street. I stood there until the car turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
The smile I wore for her faded slowly, replaced with the quiet ache of knowing I wouldn't see her for a whole week. It wasn't forever, but right now, it felt long.
With a sigh, I went inside my house. The silence hit me first, heavy and plain. I dropped my bag by the dirty couch and sat on the floor for a while, staring at nothing.
A week without Brittany. No school to distract me either. Even Reese is going to her grand parents for a week.
At least I had my part-time job to keep me busy. I asked Mrs. Schmidt if I could help out more during the break, especially at her mom's place in the suburbs. Helping with errands, keeping her company, doing whatever she needed. The pay wasn't much, but every little bit counted. Each dollar went straight to my savings—the one that carried all the hope I had for whatever future I could build.
The thought of it brought me back to the same questions I'd been carrying for a long time now.
Where will I go after graduation? Where is 'away,' really? What will I do once I get there?
The questions circled in my head like they always did, never giving me an answer, only reminding me of how uncertain everything felt. Brittany had her path—college, opportunities, choices I couldn't even dream of. And me? I just had this blurry picture of working, saving, and somehow building a life.
I pushed myself up from the floor and walked slowly to my room. My legs felt heavy, like each step carried the weight of all those unanswered questions.
When I finally reached my bed, I didn't even bother to change. I just threw myself down, face first into the sheets, letting out a long breath. The mattress welcomed me, not very soft but familiar, pulling me in like it knew I needed the rest.
I closed my eyes, thinking I'd keep turning over the same worries, but instead, sleep came quickly. It was easier to give in to the quiet than to face all the thoughts waiting for me in the dark.
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