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Meredith huffs out a breath as if annoyed, but she doesn’t stop moving, gasping as I thrust up beneath her.

I try to think of anything else but how her breasts bounce, how her body swivels on my cock, because I’m so close to bursting I can barely stand it.

When she cries out my name and starts to pulse around me, it’s all over. I can’t hold back anymore, and I lean up into a sitting position, my hands going up her back.

I roll my hips up into her, stuttering out a groan as I spill inside her.

Meredith collapses into my arms, and I rub her back as she comes down, kissing along her bare shoulder where the robe has slipped off.

“This is going to be a long weekend, if we keep doing that,” she jokes.

I hope it lasts forever.

Something tells me it won’t, though, something tells me I’ll blink, and it’ll be time to go back to work.

But what happens after this?

I’ll just see her all the time, watch her move on from our little getaway?

I try not to think about what I’ll do if and when she starts dating again, it makes something viscous and poisonous rise in the back of my throat.

Mine, my heart says, just like it always has.

“Are you okay?” Meredith snaps me back to reality.

I give her a half-smile. “Never better, princess.”

“I guess you’re never going to stop calling me that. Just not in public, okay?”

I shrug. “I’ll do my best.”

She shifts on the bed, allowing me to slip out of her now that I’m spent, and she heads to the shower on shaky legs.

I watch her, the curve of her ass, her long legs, and get up to follow her.

“I’ll never get washed if you join me.” But she’s smiling, and I grab her around the waist and kiss her thoroughly.

She kisses me back, making a cute little sound in the back of her throat. Then she pulls away and turns on the water, almost too hot but somehow comfortable.

Meredith steps under the spray, and I get in, my eyes roving over her body.

She looks only slightly different than she had when we were together–her hips fuller, belly softer, facial features a little sharper. She’s gorgeous, maybe even more beautiful than before.

It hurts to look at her, knowing that after this weekend, I’ll never see this body again.

“Something’s wrong.” She pouts, and my eyes shoot to her face. “You’re supposed to be giving me this fun weekend, but you almost look sad, even though I’m standing naked in front of you.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble.

What happens after this weekend? Where do we go from here?

But if I ask that question, she’ll pull away. She won’t be flirting cutely with me anymore, there will be sadness in her blue eyes.

I can’t bring up our past, as badly as I want to tell her that although so many things have changed for both of us, one thing hasn’t. I love her. I love her just the way I did back then.

But that doesn’t matter, for so many reasons. Because she’s my best friend’s little sister. Because she deserves so much more than a neglected boy who fought his way to the top. Because I love her enough to let her go.

After this weekend, I’ll do just that.