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let go. It was the first time we’d go more than a week or two without seeing each other. My flight home wasn’t until the first week of July, in around six weeks.
    When we broke apart, she cupped her hand around my face. “You have a good birthday and a good trip. Whatever happens, come home to us.”
    I touched my hand to hers. “Of course.”
    After the moment passed, Mum pulled Angel into a hug too. “And you have a great time. Look after her.”
    “I won’t take my eyes off her.”
    I wasn’t sure whether Mum believed her, or was just willing to pretend to, but she smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”
    She took a few steps away from me before turning around and blowing me a kiss.
    “Your parents are awesome. You know that, right?” Angel said as she linked her arm in mine and led me to customs. I wasn’t a stranger to overseas travel, having gone to New Zealand a couple of times with Dad’s race team, but somehow it was different branching out on my own.
    “Yeah, they’re not bad. I mean, as far as parents go, at least.”
    After passing through customs and finding our gate, Angel and I grabbed some lunch before cruising duty-free for a while—or at least she did. I wasn’t allowed to look at the alcohol because I was still underage. Even if it was only by a few weeks. We ended up not buying anything though because we’d both be underage when we hit the States, and it wasn’t worth the questions or hassle.
    With a half hour remaining before the first boarding call, we settled into the uncomfortable chairs in front of the gate. As we chatted, our legs found their natural position, intertwined with one another’s as we chatted about anything and everything and waited for the minutes to tick by.
    We were well aware the position made us look a little more “familiar” with each other than we actually were, but we were just touchy-feely and always had been. It had been the cause of some interesting rumours at school, especially after our hot and heavy session in the back seat of Logan’s Commodore. But we’d welcomed those because they’d ultimately helped develop our fuck-off-vibe when it came to boys we weren’t interested in.
    Regardless, it tended to keep the walking hard-ons at bay. Or at least, kept them far enough away that we didn’t have to talk to them while they ogled us and fondled themselves at the sight of two attractive women together.
    Angel told me about her break up with her last boyfriend. They’d been together for almost four months, but he’d left her because she wouldn’t give it up. Apparently he’d thought she was a freak for still being a virgin at eighteen and argued that she owed it to him to screw him after he’d put so many months into the relationship.
    “He’s an arse. And he doesn’t deserve you,” I said when she’d finished her story.
    “I know that, why do you think we’re not together anymore?” She laughed. As always, it started almost normal, but the longer we joked around and laughed with each other, the more it turned into a cackle that drew the attention of everyone around us. “So how about you? Still no boys on the radar?”
    I shrugged. “Not really. The usual dozen propositions at every race meet, but how can I trust those?”
    “Yeah, how many of them secretly want to screw your daddy but will take you because he doesn’t have the equipment they want.”
    “Exactly. Gross, but exactly.”
    “Well, you know if I didn’t think we’d kill each other within a week of moving in together, I’d snap you up.”
    I leant my head on her shoulder. “I know. But you know we would.”
    “Oh, we so would. You and I, the best we’d ever have is a night or two of fireworks.”
    “It’d be a good night or two though,” I added.
    “Absolutely stellar. Which is why it must never happen. We’d ruin each other for everyone who came after. Forever doomed to watch each other from a distance, knowing we can’t be together, but struggling to be