“Where’s your first stop?” I force the question out. Force myself to keep a cool head even if it’s the last thing I feel. “I’m in San Antonio for two semesters. And then…the future…it’s wide open.” She stretches her arms out over her head, baring her breasts, dark rosy nipples I can’t wait to get in my mouth again. “Goodbye, Resurrection. Hello, sweet, sweet freedom.” “Will you miss it?” “I’ll miss my sister. My dad. The mountains.” She hesitates, then her gaze drops to my face. “I’ll miss you,” she whispers. “I’ll miss you, too.” Emotion knots my throat, and I tug her into my arms.
