Cayden and I arrived in sunny Florida with suitcases and our duffel bags. I had a hard time fitting all my outfits and personal items in my luggage's, but I somehow managed. Packing for Florida just seemed so difficult, I didn't exactly know what I'd want to wear, and also the weather seemed to be much warmer down here.

I glanced over at Cayden, who seemed even more nervous than I did about flying out here. She kept pacing every which way while we figured out how we would get to her house. There was no one around to pick us up, which I tried not to think of as a bad omen.

I hadn't yet hit a point where I regretted coming out to Florida with Cayden, but it didn't mean I wasn't still feeling hesitant. I hadn't known how to tell my parents where I was going or why, so I just said that a friend invited me out to Florida over winter break so we could get a break from campus and school and life in general. It wasn't really a lie, but it was definitely a stretch. Cayden was obviously more than just a friend, even if we still hadn't determined exactly what we were—but I'm just lucky Sebastian hasn't said anything to my parents, although it's only a matter of time.

Was it crazy to fly out here to live with her family being so early into our relationship? Maybe. She was the person who could get me away from it all, the only person I trusted to help pick up the pieces after Sebastian confronted us.

Every time I thought about the interaction, I felt sick to my stomach. I had never seen him that angry, I didn't think I'd ever seen anyone that angry before. It was horrible. Even though I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, I still felt horribly guilty. I'd never been put in a position like that.

The only person I had in my life who seemed genuinely there for me was Griffin. I owed a lot to him. He was the first—and really, only—person I told the entire truth to in terms of coming to Florida. He was the only person I really even knew and cared about. Although, Cayden was the only person who was really in my life currently. It was a hard pill to swallow and if I thought about it too long, I would feel ill.

"Cayden," I said, looking up at her. Her pacing was worrying me and she had been texting like crazy on her phone. Part of me kept waiting for the other shoe to drop—that we were going to agree to go on this entire adventure with each other and she would just suddenly flip and ice me out. I knew it wasn't fair to assume that she would act that way just because she had before, but it felt like a valid enough concern. I hadn't really expressed it to her, though.

Cayden looked up from her phone, her expression shifting from worried and tense to a softer, more open expression when her eyes met mine. "Hey, what's up?" she asked.

Cayden had always been a really supportive person—it was one of the things I loved most about her. But it had really shined in the time after Sebastian. She'd wasted no time at all arranging for us to leave, helping me enroll in my Spring classes to then getting us out of town. I'd never really known anyone before her who would be there for me so unconditionally. Even if we'd take some time to figure out what we both wanted and how to talk to each other, the times when we were together, Cayden really went out of her way to take care of me.

"Nothing, I'm just checking in," I said. Cayden walked over to me and linked our hands together delicately, her touch immediately soothing me.

"Everything is fine," Cayden said. "We will be totally fine. It's all under control."

I frowned. "That does not sound under control."

Cayden sighed a little. "We'll get an Uber so we can get back to my house, at least. My car is there so it'll be easy enough."

"Yeah, that's no problem. Why are you so stressed? It'll be okay," I said.

Cayden softly chuckled. "Why are you the one soothing me when you're the one I'm supposed to be taking care of?"

I looked at her, taking in her perfect face, the way her hair fell just right. I felt such a rush of affection for her that it was hard to keep it under control. Something in me had shifted ever since that night Sebastian confronted us. I felt like I'd been fundamentally changed as a person somehow, I just didn't know what it was. The most apparent shift was how much I openly felt for Cayden. It felt so obvious that I loved her in everything that I did, every time I talked to her. It was almost embarrassing.

It also didn't hurt that, along with liking being with Cayden that much, we also had incredible sex. It was something I hoped we never lost. Just looking at Cayden sometimes set something off in me so animalistic and unexpected that it shocked me.

I looked at Cayden's tense expression and immediately wanted to do something to help her. She'd been so good with me, doing everything she could to make sure that I was happy and doing okay. The least I could do was help her.

I smiled a little bit to myself, thinking about the last time we'd been together. Everything had been going so well until Sebastian had ruined it. And then both me and Cayden had been stressed about figuring out coming to Florida—and me focused on prepping for Spring classes that we hadn't done much together.

"What's that expression on your face?" Cayden asked.

"I have an idea," I said.

"Okay," Cayden said, looking a little confused. She turned her phone to face me, showing off an Uber request screen.

I looked at her and then glanced toward the bathroom near baggage claim. When she didn't seem to be picking up on my train of thought, I leaned closer to her. "Do you want to join me?"

"Join you?"

"In the bathroom."

"Who's going to watch the stuff?"

I smiled a little bit and then leaned in even closer, so close that my breath was on her neck and her ear. "I want you to fuck me, Cayden."

"Oh," Cayden said, her face flushing. I loved when I managed to surprise her. I always thought of Cayden as someone who was generally pretty cool and collected, and she could even be hard to read sometimes. But there were occasional moments when I still caught her off guard and she let a reaction slip through.

"Come on," I said, standing up. I took my suitcase and duffel bag in my hand and rolled it toward the unoccupied family bathroom, slipping inside. Cayden snuck in a little bit behind me, waiting long enough for it to not look suspicious.

The door shut behind her and she locked it, looking at me with piercing, deep eyes. Cayden seemed to always be ready to go. All I had to do was mention something about wanting to have sex and she would find a way to make it happen.

She took me into her arms and we kissed like we had probably thousands of times before already in the time we'd known each other. It was familiar but fun, kissing her now just as exciting as the first time. If anything, it was more fun now. It was one of my favorite things in the world.

Cayden worked her way down to my neck, her lips soft and her breath on my neck. I felt myself getting wet in no time at all, my breathing hard and fast. My body responded immediately to Cayden, already expecting and getting excited for what was to come.

I ran my hands over Cayden's tight, athletic frame. I took in the soft curves of her tan skin, the way her arms felt, the firmness of her waist. I moved up into her shirt, brushing over the material of her sports bra. She moaned gently in my ear, making me even wetter.

Cayden moved under my shirt and then to my pants, slipping her hand inside. I wanted her so badly that I felt like I could combust on the spot.

When she reached the inside of my panties, brushing against my opening, my body arched toward her. Cayden pulled her face away so she could watch my reaction as she slipped her fingers inside of me. I held tightly onto her, having to fight off my desire to loudly moan. I couldn't hold back when she started increasing speed and pressure, however.

Cayden rested her hand over my mouth as she thrust her fingers into me. Her wrist knocked against my clit with every motion, sending me almost over the edge. My knees started to give out and the rush of warmth so familiar to me came back, getting stronger and stronger with every passing second.

Eventually, my body tightened around Cayden's fingers, and I moaned against her palm, nearly collapsing onto her.

She took me into her arms as I tried to catch my breath, satisfied.

"Ready to go home?" Cayden asked and I nodded. Cayden and I took a moment to get ready and not look suspiciously flushed and then Cayden opened the door.

As soon as the door was open, I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Then, it'll be your turn."