Just One Orgasm!

The afternoon sun had softened by the time Emilia stepped out of the faculty building.

The conversation in Adrian’s office lingered in her mind long after the door had closed behind her.

She caught herself smiling twice.

By the third time, she shook her head at herself. "Noah cant happen to you a second time."

Students drifted around her in noisy groups, discussing assignments, weekend plans, and lecturers they’d already decided to complain about online.

Life around Blackwood carried on.

Emilia adjusted the strap of her bag and started toward the dormitories. Her phone vibrated inside her pocket.

She expected Kylie, or perhaps Lucy.

Instead, the screen lit up with a familiar name.

Mum ❤️

Her entire expression softened. She answered almost immediately. "Hi, Mum."

"My beautiful girl."

Emilia smiled softly.

"There you are. I was beginning to think university had stolen my daughter."

"It nearly did."

Her mother laughed gently.

Emilia slowed her pace, moving beneath the shade of a row of maple trees. "How are you feeling today, Mum?"

"I’m old."

"Mum!" She yelled at her with a soft shrill, her voice high pitched.

"What? I woke up and my back reminded me I gave birth to you."

Emilia laughed. "I love you too."

"I love you more."

They fell into the kind of comfortable silence only people who knew each other by heart could share.

It had always been like this.

Even after Emilia moved away for university, even when money was tight, and even when life became difficult.

"So," her mum said, breaking the silence. "have you been eating properly?"

Emilia smiled. "I knew that question was coming."

"Answer it."

"I’ve been eating."

"Properly?"

"Mostly." She shrugged lightly.

A sigh came through the speaker. "Emilia."

"I’m joking." Emilia giggled.

"Were you?"

"Maybe a little."

"Mm-hmm."

Emilia laughed again. "I promise I’ve been taking care of myself."

"I wish I could believe you."

"You raised me."

"And that is exactly why I don’t."

Another laugh escaped Emilia.

She missed this. She missed home. Not the house, or the town. She just missed her mum.

"So," her mother continued, "I have good news."

Emilia brightened. "What happened?"

"I finally finished putting the money together."

Emilia’s brows furrowed. "For what?"

"The contact lenses."

Emilia stopped walking.

"You’ve been in need of them for months now."

"I told you not to worry." Emilia whispered softly. She closed her eyes briefly, and her chest tightened.

She knew how hard her mother worked. And yet, her mother had never complained when she came to her about how she needed to helo Noah with her savings.

"They’re expensive," her mother continued softly. "But your eyesight matters more.We’ll book the appointment when you come home."

Emilia looked toward the sky.

Without thinking, her hand brushed against the pocket of her bag. She felt the envelope. It was still there.

Twenty thousand dollars.

Still safely hidden, and enough to cover the lenses. Enough to cover far more than that. For a moment, she simply stood there.

Then she smiled. "You don’t have to send me anything."

"What do you mean?"

"I’ve got it covered."

Her mother frowned audibly. "What do you mean you’ve got it covered?"

"I... figured something out."

"What something?"

Emilia hesitated. She couldn’t exactly explain. "I’ve been saving." She said instead.

Her mother’s voice became gentler. "Sweetheart..."

"I’m serious."

"I know you are."

"You don’t have to worry about my lenses anymore."

Another silence fell between them. Longer this time.

"I hope," her mother said carefully, "you’re not adding work on top of school."

"No." Emilia replied immediately. Her mum would hate the thought of that.

"You’d tell me?"

Emilia laughed aoftly. "Probably."

"Emilia."

She smiled. "I’m not overworking myself."

"You’ve always tried to carry everything alone."

Emilia rolled her eyes playfully. "I learned from you." She responded as a matter of fact.

"I was hoping you wouldn’t."

Emilia swallowed. "I just don’t want you worrying."

"My job is worrying." Her mother corrected her. "I’m your mum."

"Mum..."

"My second job is loving you." Her mum cut her off softly. "So speak to me Emilia. About anything."

Her eyes stung unexpectedly. "And you’re very good at both."

Her mother laughed. "I try."

They spoke for another fifteen minutes about ordinary things. Nothing important yet everything was important.

Before hanging up, her mother spoke again.

"Promise me something."

"What?"

"If anything ever becomes too much..." She paused. "You call me before you try to fix it by yourself."

Emilia’s smile softened. "I promise."

"Good."

"I love you, Mum."

"I love you more, sweetheart."

The call ended.

For several moments, Emilia simply stood there looking at the blank screen. Then she slipped the phone into her pocket and continued toward Building C.

She never mentioned Noah.

She knew exactly what her mother’s reaction would be. She would immediately have sleepless nights, constant phone calls, and endless worry.

Emilia couldn’t bear the thought of reopening those wounds from hundreds of miles away.

"I can handle him," she whispered to herself. "I have to."

The familiar path to Building C suddenly felt quieter.

Emilia climbed the stone steps one at a time, her mother’s words lingering in the back of her mind.

"I really should call her more often."

The campus was beginning to settle into its afternoon rhythm. Some students hurried toward afternoon lectures while others sprawled across the lawns with books they clearly weren’t reading.

She reached the third floor.

The familiar corridor stretched ahead, lined with identical cream-painted doors. Her footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor.

She stopped outside her door.

"Huh."

Her brows knitted together. The door wasn’t completely closed. It rested slightly ajar.

She frowned.

Did I forget to lock it this morning?

That wasn’t like her.

Ever since Noah had unexpectedly appeared back in her life, she’d become almost obsessive about checking locks.

She reached for the handle and pushed gently.

The door creaked open.

"Rowan?" She stepped inside. "Rowan, you should have closed the door properly." A smile tugged at her lips. "I almost had a heart attack."

No one responded from inside.

Her eyes drifted toward her bed automatically.

She fully expected to find Rowan lying across it with headphones on, pretending not to hear her.

Instead, her smile disappeared.

Someone was sitting on her bed.

Emilia froze. Her pulse lurched into her throat, and her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips.

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