I was caught entirely off guard by Cayden's idea. Meeting up with her friends that lived out here? It made sense that she would have friends in Florida, but it almost hadn't occurred to me that they would be here. In fact, I hadn't really thought about how our life in Florida would be structured at all. I just kind of imagined we would do what we did in New York—hang out and have sex.

But in retrospect, maybe I should've asked Cayden for more guidance on what she had anticipated for us in Florida. I didn't have any connections or anything to do down here, so I was pretty much tied to her. In some ways, that was fun. But what if Cayden wanted a break from me? Would I just be stuck in the house by myself? I didn't think I'd be able to make my own friends in only a couple of weeks.

I bit my lip, anxiety coursing through my entire body. I realized for the first time that I really hadn't thought through this entire temporary move to Florida. I guess I'd only thought of it as a couple of weeks, so it didn't seem like I'd needed to think about it. But a couple of weeks could feel like a very, very long time. Even going home for a weekend for Christmas felt like a century.

"Okay," I said, weakly. I was genuinely excited to meet her friends—and honored that she wanted me to meet them. That felt really serious, somehow even more serious than just bringing me home in general. These were non-New York friends. They were people she'd met in high school during the times she would visit her dad.

"They're really nice," Cayden said. "They're a little different than my friends like Sebastian or my friends from Manhattan in general, but I think you'll really like them."

"Yeah, I trust you," I said, which was true. I did trust her. But I was also nervous about what was to come. "How well do you know them?"

"I mean, my dad moved here my freshman year of high school. I'd come down here with my mom for holidays and then occasionally join her some weekends depending on what school looked like for me. I'd spend a good chunk of the summer down here too, but it was so hot that I'd usually prefer being up north with my mom."

I nodded. "How did you meet the friends you have here?"

Cayden smiled a little bit. "When I was in high school, I'd get invited out to parties around here. Mostly connections through my dad's friends and people he knew at work who had kids my age. The older we got, the more we'd start going out like clubbing and things like that. Fake IDs. The group has kind of changed and expanded, and I'm a little bit of an outsider since I only really stop in sometimes, but they're a lot of fun."

"Clubbing?" I asked, realizing that, although this group sounded fun, it sounded like a completely different upbringing from my own. Going out clubbing starting in high school was entirely out of my realm of possibility. I grew up in a fairly mid-size suburban town. We didn't really have the option to go out like that; we would go and get drunk in someone's basement. When I got to New York, it was like a completely new world opened up to me. Yet, somehow, Miami feels completely different from any place I've been or known. It feels... intimidating.

"They're really nice, Vi. I promise," Cayden said, taking my hand in hers. "I wouldn't say that if I didn't think it was true. I think you'll really like them."

I nodded, more trying to convince myself than convincing her. "Okay."

-

After making breakfast and cleaning up, Cayden and I mostly just lounged around the house. She gave me the full grounds tour, showing me the long stretches of her yard and the way down to the water where her family kept the boat. She showed me where the rooms in the house were and gave me a tour of the fully decked-out basement, where guests would stay when they visited.

The house was big and beautiful and unlike anything I'd ever seen. In some ways, it was fun, but it also made me realize just how different life was for Cayden than I had previously imagined. In New York, everything seemed different. I knew she came from some sort of wealth, but I just... never imagined it was to this extent.

Later in the evening, we started getting dressed to go out. Cayden emphasized that it was just dinner and we weren't going clubbing. Even so, I wore what I thought was a nice outfit for going out in a new city. I wished Cayden had given me a little bit of a warning of what nightlife in Miami would look like.

"Why do you look so sad?" Cayden asked. I wanted to tell her the truth, that I was feeling a little insecure and unsure about the whole thing—going out, meeting her friends, finding an outfit for a Miami dinner—but I didn't want to put a damper on her mood. She seemed really excited to see everyone, which was reasonable since it had probably been a few months at least since they'd all gone out together.

"Nothing," I said and put on the finishing touches of my blush. "I'm going to have to get some sun and work on my Florida tan. I'm realizing now how pale I am from the winter."

Cayden smiled a little bit. "You look fucking hot. You don't have a single thing to worry about." she walked into the bathroom where I was doing my makeup and kissed my cheek.

"Yeah? You think so?"

"Yeah, of course I think so," Cayden said, her tone sounding like it was ridiculous to think otherwise. "You about ready to go?"

I looked in the mirror at my nude and white embroidered short dress that clung to my body—I then looked at Cayden through the mirror. Cayden looked fantastic as usual, she'd found a casual button-down shirt and nice pants. Her sleeves were rolled up to show off her arm tattoos, her face was bare and glowy, and her dark hair was straightened precisely and tucked behind her ears in a middle part.

I also felt like I looked pretty nice, even if I was feeling a little insecure. I'd found a unique dress and paired it with my favorite white heels. My makeup was natural, which I preferred, and my long brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail, illuminating my sharp face.

It's going to be a good night, I told myself.

"Yeah, let's go," I said and Cayden kissed me quickly on the lips.

We headed downstairs to her garage, flicking on the light to reveal several cars lined up. Cayden walked over to one that was a shiny, beautiful black. The sporty Audi R8 was a totally different vibe from the usual G-Wagon she drove back in the city.

"This one is mine," she said and pressed the unlock button on her keys. It occurred to me in that moment that she had a car in Florida and a car in New York.

We climbed into the car, which practically sparkled. I ran my fingers over the interior taking it all in.

"I got her deep cleaned before I left, which is the only reason why she looks like this," Cayden said. "Normally, she'd look like my car back home, which isn't in... as good of a condition."

I laughed, thinking about her degrading the SUV that was in the most perfect condition I had seen. It was pristinely clean, but I guess it wasn't anything if you compared it to this car.

Cayden opened the garage door and pulled out, pressing another button to automatically open the gate. She played some music quietly over the speakers for us and inputted the directions to the restaurant.

On our way there, she gently rested her hand on my thigh, which made me feel a little more grounded. Just having her touch me and remind me that she was there made me remember that Cayden loved me, she chose me. She wanted me to be there. And she wouldn't bring me anywhere where she knew that I wouldn't fit in or wouldn't like.

I leaned into her hand a little bit, needing more validation from her. Her palm was dangerously high up on my thigh, her pinky and ring finger snaked up the hem of my very short dress. Even though I knew we couldn't because we had somewhere to be, I let myself get distracted by how turned on I was. It was hard not to think about sex everywhere with Cayden—the shower, the pool, the car. I wanted it everywhere, all the time.

It would've been so easy, too. My legs were spread apart for her, waiting for her to move my panties to the side and find my already ultra-sensitive clit. I could feel my panties getting sticky and wet with the thought of Cayden fucking me.

I distracted myself the entire car ride over, getting lost in the fantasy of Cayden's hands in my hair and teeth grazing my neck.

It was going to potentially be a very, very long dinner waiting for us to get back home.

"You ready?" Cayden asked, turning toward me, completely innocent to what I was thinking about. "We're here."