in my chest when I realize she didn’t intend to stay long.
“You going to come back after that?” I ask.
Aidy lowers herself on the sofa, curling up beside me, tucking her legs underneath her. I feel her studying me, watching my expression, but I stare straight ahead at the TV and maintain my poker face.
“We just spent an entire weekend together. You’re not sick of me yet?” she asks.
“No.” Not even close.
26
Aidy
“Thank God you’re still alive. I thought maybe you got hit by the garbage truck and you were lying in some alley somewhere.” This is how Wren greets me when I sneak in the next morning.
“Sorry,” I say, wincing and closing the door behind me. “I should’ve texted you.”
“Damn right.” She reaches down, swiping a pair of Enzo’s shoe and moving them to the rug beside me. “So how are things with Ace?”
My lips twist into a smile. “How do you know I was with Ace last night?”
Wren rolls her eyes. “Because you’ve been flitting around like some Disney princess ever since you got back from the lake house, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.”
“I don’t flit.”
I sit my things down by the door and head to the kitchen to make some oatmeal. After I returned to Ace’s last night, we spent the night in bed.
Not sleeping.
And now I’m famished.
I snuck out this morning, before he woke up, and hightailed it to the nearest subway station with my big, black sunglasses on, rocking some major sex hair.
“So are you guys, like, dating now?” Wren follows me to the kitchen, hand resting on her hip and a nosy, big sister smirk claiming her face.
“No.” I crinkle my nose, tearing a packet of strawberries and cream oatmeal open and pouring it into a bowl. We haven’t had that conversation yet, and I’m not in any rush. “We’re just having fun.”
“He seemed nice,” Wren says.
“He is extremely nice. A little serious. But every once in a while I see this hint of playfulness in him.” I inhale, staring off to the side. “And he’s so hot. God, is he hot.”
“Sure you don’t want to date him?” she says, squinting.
“It doesn’t matter either way.” I pour half a cup of water into my bowl and stir before placing it in the microwave. Turning to my sister, I shrug. “Once you and Chauncey get married, I’m probably going to move to L.A. There’s more work there, and I really want to grow our business. Plus with all of our connections, I could have a job lined up with a single phone call.”
“Wow.” Wren lifts her brows, looking down. “I mean, you’d mentioned it before, but I never thought you were serious about it.”
I nod, gaze softening.
“You’ve always been my little sidekick.” Wren smiles for a second, but it quickly fades. “You followed me to college, to New York. You’ve been my roommate for about ninety percent of my entire life.”
I nod. “Which is why I need to do this. You’re moving onto the next chapter of your life, with Chauncey, and I need to do the same. It’s time for me to see what else is out there.”
My sister’s lower lip trembles. The number of times I’ve seen Wren cry I can count on one hand. She’s tough as nails, always has been. It takes a death or a real tragedy to get her going, so the fact that she’s this upset over me moving away breaks my heart.
Going to her side, I wrap my arms around her. “I’ll only be a red-eye away.”
Wren laughs, burying her face in my shoulder, and I realize now, at age twenty-five, that maybe I haven’t always been the tagalong little sister. Maybe she’s always needed me just as much as I needed her.
“You and Chauncey are going to have a beautiful life together,” I say. “And I won’t miss a single milestone, I promise. You won’t even realize I’m three thousand miles away. It’ll be like I’m right here, blowing up your phone with cat memes and asking you what you’re making for dinner that night.”
Wren pulls away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Just promise you’ll all come visit,” I say, “as much as humanly possible.”
Wren turns away, swatting her hands at me. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. God, why am I so emotional all of a sudden? Let’s talk about you. When are you seeing Ace again?”
“This Friday.” My face lights at the mention of his