Abigail stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the big white house. Two years at university had made everything feel different. The front yard looked the same, but the air felt heavier now. She pulled her suitcase behind her, the wheels clicking on the stone path. Her heart beat a little faster than she expected.
The door opened before she could knock. Suzy stood there, leaning against the frame with that easy confidence she always had. She had grown taller since Abigail last saw her properly. Her body had filled out beautifully—full breasts pressing against a thin white tank top, hips curving nicely under loose grey shorts. Her long dark hair fell over one shoulder, and her lips curved into a small smile.
“Hey, stranger,” Suzy said, voice low and warm. “Welcome home.”
Abigail dropped
