Page 83 of First Impressions of You

“That’s it,” he says, still working my clit, dragging out my orgasm. With a few more thrusts, he’s groaning too, his body stilling over mine until he drops his weight on me, like the world’s hottest, most comfortable blanket.

“Winter?” I call, and he supports his weight on his forearms again so he can see me.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Did you not hear a word of what I just said?” he teases.

“Why do you call me Sunshine?”

He rolls over to the side, his right arm pushing me with him so we’re lying face to face. He tries to put my hair behind my ear, but there’s no taming this mess of curls. Not after what we just did. I quickly grab my hair and twist it into a knot on top of my head.

“You know what the best kind of day is?” he asks me, his fingertips tracing a lazy pattern on my arm. I shake my head. “Cold winter days when the sun is shining. During the summer, the sun can be a bit too much, and winter without the sun is just depressing. But winter and sunshine?” He kisses the tip of my nose. “The best combination.”

Chapter 23

I wake up in the middle of the night with Winter’s arm draped across my waist. He senses my movement and snuggles closer to me. I smile despite myself. I’d never have guessed Winter was a cuddler. But I’m not mad about it. Sleeping with his body wrapped around mine has quickly jumped to my number one favorite way of sleeping.

I grope around to find my phone on the nightstand to check the time. It’s a little past three, which gives us a few more hours of sleep before we have to wake up. I’m almost locking my phone again when my eye catch on the notifications on the screen.

Five missed calls from Julia.

Julia 20:21

Hey, where are you? Are you coming home?

Julia 21:04

Can you come home? Something’s happened, and I could use your help.

Julia 22:43

Luli, please call whenever you see this. It’s Olivia. We need you.

I jump out of bed as I read the text. Shit. Shit. Shit. I need to get to my sisters. I need to know what happened to Olivia.

Yesterday, I was yelling at her, but right now I have my heart in my throat at the thought of something happening to her. I try to call Julia, but she doesn’t pick up. I don’t know what’s happening, but fear is coursing through my body.

“Sunshine?” Winter’s voice is husky from sleep. “What are you doing?”

“I need to go,” I tell him, searching for my discarded clothes.

“What? Now? What time is it?” When I don’t answer him, he stands up hastily. “What’s going on?”

“Where’s my bra?” I cry out, desperate to get to my sisters.

Winter rushes to my side, placing his hands on my arms. “Sunshine, look at me.” I don’t. I keep sweeping the room with my eyes in search for my bra. “Hey, hey. Breathe. Look at me.”

“My sisters,” I say, my voice cracking. “It’s Olivia. She needs me.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” I shout, my fear echoing in the silence of the night. “They didn’t say. They didn’t tell me what’s going on. They needed me, and I wasn’t there. They called me.” I’m sobbing now, and I only notice it because Winter has pulled me to him, his arms firmly wrapped around my body, and my tears are dripping down his chest. He’s rocking me in a soothing rhythm, letting me pour all of my despair onto him.

When my sobs finally seem to ebb, he cups my face, his eyes holding mine. “It’s going to be okay.” He bents down to pick something from the floor and hands it to me. “Here it is.”

It’s my bra. I could cry all over again, but I hold myself.

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