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what I need so I had the rest of my stuff over-nighted, and I should get it by tomorrow.” Delilah gives me a wink as we make our way up the drive, holding hands like we used to when we were six.
    It feels so good to have her here. I’ve missed everything about Delilah. We’ve been connected at the hip since we were kids and there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other. I always wanted to have a sister growing up and am fortunate to say Delilah has been my sister from day one. Now, I’m truly lucky because I have two girls I claim as my sister. Delilah is the older, mature sister I’ve always looked up to for advice, and Darcie is my badass older sister who will always beat the crap out of someone for looking at me the wrong way.
    “Put those bags down, babe. I’ll come get them,” Drake says while wiping his hands on an old grease rag.
    Delilah’s breathe hitches once she takes notice of my very sexy boyfriend. She’s seen pictures of him, but they do not do him justice because my man is H-O-T, hot.
    “Oh, honey, is that Drake?” Delilah leans in to whisper in my ear.
    “Yes, ma’am,” I whisper back with a proud ring to my voice. Normally, it’s Delilah with the stunners on her arm, and now she’s in complete awe of the man heading our way.
    Drake walks down to the end of the driveway, lightly kisses me on the lips and then extends his hand to Delilah. “Hi, I’m Drake. Nice to meet you.” He flashes his perfect smile and I’m sure Delilah’s panties just melted off. I release a little giggle, knowing exactly how she feels. When I first met Drake two years ago, my panties did the same thing. I was simply less obvious about it.
    Delilah grabs his hand a little shakily. “Likewise, doll.” And just like that, she has composed herself enough to properly function and walks with me up the driveway. Her parents’ pageant dollars hard at work.
    ***
    Drake carries Delilah’s bags into her room and leaves us to get reacquainted. I give her the small tour of her room and show her where the bathroom is. She comes from money and is used to having better accommodations, but she seems perfectly content in my old room. I help her get clothes out of the garment bag and start hanging them in the closet. Then the girl talk starts.
    “So you need to fill me in on this Drake situation. I know you’ve let him have his way with you because how could you not, but what you didn’t do is provide me with the details.” Delilah stands in front of me with her hands on her hips, trying to give me her best scolding look.
    “You’ve been here all of ten minutes and this is what you want to talk about?” I ask, trying to avoid the conversation. As exhilarating as our first time was, I’ve never explained it in detail to anyone. Our life that way is private.
    “Hello…” Delilah is getting annoyed as she rolls her eyes at me. “We’ve been friends for twelve years; of course I want all the details.”
    I sit down on the bed and start to reminisce in my mind about the first time Drake and I made love. It was very romantic. He wanted our first time to be special and knew how important the moment would be for me, for us. Of course I was a little scared, but once I got over the initial pain, it was just wonderful.
    Feeling a little silly, I open my eyes, my cheeks are on fire. I look down to shield my red face and whisper, “It was perfect. Drake was perfect. I will never forget it, but I’m not telling you.”
    Delilah grabs my hand and is completely captivated by my expression. “Well, if it’s so absolutely amazing you can’t even talk about it, I hope it’s like that for me.”
    I look at her with a little shock. Delilah is gorgeous and has never had a problem getting the guys, even when she wasn’t so ample in certain areas, so I’m a little surprised she has never had sex. Plus, she’s had a serious boyfriend for the last six months. A man she met at college, and she’s still telling me she’s never