Just One Orgasm!

One Week Later:

The backseat of Kylie’s car had disappeared beneath boxes. There were boxes of books, boxes of clothes, a tiny kettle Emilia insisted she’d need, two mismatched mugs, a stack of notebook, three blankets, and a potted succulent Kylie had bought the previous evening after declaring, "Every university student needs emotional support foliage."

The poor plant was currently wearing a seatbelt.

"I still think his name should be Harold," Kylie announced from behind the steering wheel.

Emilia laughed softly. "It’s a plant."

"So?" Kylie raised a questioning brow at her.

"It doesn’t need a name."

"It absolutely needs a name."

Mrs. Hayes, seated in the passenger seat, glanced back with a smile. "I quite like Harold."

"You see?" Kylie pointed triumphantly. "Your mother understands greatness."

Emilia shook her head.

The highway stretched ahead beneath a cloudless sky.

Unlike the storm that had followed Emilia through the city a week ago, today the sun was bright enough to spill across the dashboard.

It felt like a new beginning.

Mrs. Hayes reached across the center console and squeezed Kylie’s arm. "Thank you."

Kylie frowned. "For what?" She really hated people thanking her. She barely does anything for anyone.

"For driving."

Kylie scoffed lightly. "You say that like I’d let her move in without me." She looked into the rearview mirror, and smiled. "I don’t trust university students."

"You are a university student." Emilia pointed out.

"Exactly." She shuddered dramatically. "I know what they’re like."

Emilia laughed again. The sound came easier now, and it still surprised her.

Her mother noticed.

She noticed everything. For days after the breakup she’d worried that the light had disappeared from her daughter’s eyes.

Now, it was returning. Little by little.

"So," Mrs. Hayes said softly, as they appraicged a sign. "Are you nervous?"

Emilia looked out of the window.

A blue sign appeared ahead.

BLACKWOOD UNIVERSITY – 3 MILES

Her stomach fluttered. "A little."

"Only a little?" Kylie scoffed. "I’d be throwing up."

"You’d throw up because someone looked at you funny."

"I have standards."

"You have anxiety."

"I have both."

Mrs. Hayes laughed quietly. The sound warmed the car. "You’ve dreamed about this since you were twelve."

She looked back at Emilia. "You’ve earned today."

Emilia smiled. "I know."

Her mother smiled gently. "I don’t think you do." She reached into her handbag. "I’ve been carrying something."

She unfolded an old photograph.

The edges had begun to yellow with age.

It showed a much younger Emilia sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by library books almost taller than she was.

She couldn’t have been older than ten. Written across the bottom in childish handwriting were three words.

’Blackwood. One day.’

Emilia covered her mouth. Her eyes gleamed. "I forgot this existed."

"I didn’t." Her mother passed it back to her. "I kept it."

Silence settled over the car.

Kylie sniffed loudly. "I’m not crying." She laughed, and co tinhed driving.

Twenty minutes later, the university gates appeared. It had massive wrought iron, and ancient stone pillars wrapped in ivy.

Beyond them stood buildings so beautiful they looked as though they’d been borrowed from another century.

Students crossed the courtyards carrying coffee cups and backpacks.

Some laughed, some hurried toward lectures, and others sat beneath enormous oak trees reading.

Emilia forgot to breathe. "God," she gasped. The single word escaped her before she realized she’d spoken.

Mrs. Hayes parked near the residence hall.

For several seconds none of them moved.

"This is really happening," Emilia whispered.

"It is," her mother replied.

Kylie climbed out first. The moment she saw the size of the campus, she let out a low whistle.

"So..." She looked around. "...rich people really do exist."

Emilia burst into laughter. "They’re just students."

Kylie shrugged. "They’re students wearing shoes that cost more than my rent."

She pointed discreetly toward a group walking across the courtyard with designer bags, tailored jackets, and luxury watches.

"They look like they own companies."

"They probably will," Mrs. Hayes murmured.

Blackwood had always been known as a university where the children of politicians, billionaires, and old-money families studied beside scholarship students.

The divide wasn’t written anywhere.

Yet somehow, everyone seemed to know it.

As they wheeled Emilia’s suitcase through the residence hall, conversations briefly paused. Not because of Emilia, but because new faces were always noticed.

Her room was on the third floor.

Room 314.

Emilia unlocked the door with slightly trembling fingers. The room was larger than she’d expected.

Therr were two beds, two desks, and tall windows overlooking a courtyard. One side looked lived in already with books in lined the shelves with meticulous precision.

A violin case rested beneath the desk. Every item had a place, and the other side waited for her.

Someone was sitting on the bed nearest the window.

She looked up only briefly. Her long brunette hair fell over one shoulder. Several vivid green strands framed her face like streaks of emerald against dark silk.

Her eyes were green, almost the same shade as Emilia’s. For one strange moment, Emilia felt an immediate flicker of familiarity.

The girl slipped a bookmark between the pages of her novel before standing.

"You must be Emilia." Her voice was calm, and reserved. "I’m Rowan."

She extended a hand.

Emilia shook it. "It’s nice to meet you."

"You too." Rowan nodded once. "I cleared the wardrobe on the left." She gestured toward the empty side of the room. "The desk beside it is yours."

"Thank you." Emilia smiled.

"You’re welcome."

Then, just as naturally, Rowan sat back down. She reopened her book, and within seconds she was reading again.

Kylie leaned closer to Emilia and whispered, "I like her."

"You’ve known her for twenty seconds."

Kylie nudged at her. "Doesn’t count."

"How does that help?"

"She didn’t ask anything annoying."

Emilia smiled.

Mrs. Hayes quietly began unpacking clothes into the wardrobe.

Kylie helped for almost thirty seconds before becoming distracted by the view outside. "This campus is ridiculous."

She turned back toward Emilia. "Promise me something."

"What?"

She folded her arms dramatically. "Don’t replace me."

Emilia blinked. "What?"

"You’ve got a new roommate." Kylie pointed toward Rowan, who continued reading with perfect indifference. "You’ll meet new friends."

She let out another dramatic sigh. "I’m preparing myself emotionally."

Emilia laughed and walked over, wrapping Kylie in a hug. "I could never replace you."

Kylie hugged her tightly. "Damn right."

Then, in a quieter voice only Emilia could hear, she added, "You got through the hardest week of your life." She smiled. "Now go build the best years of it."

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