Their Wonder Years: Season 1: Fall 1998
Copyright© 2025 by Tantrayaan
40: Best Ride Ever
Coming of Age Sex Story: 40: Best Ride Ever - Bharath always thought going to America would mean fast love, wild parties, and maybe a stewardess or two. What he got instead? A busted duffel bag, a crying baby on the plane, and dormmates he never thought could exist in real life. Thrown into the chaos of Georgia Tech’s freshman year, Bharath begins an unforgettable journey of awkward first crushes and culture shocks. A slow-burn, emotionally rich harem romance set in the nostalgic 90s - full of laughter, lust, and longing.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Humor School Sharing Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory White Female Hispanic Female Indian Female
The house had fallen silent - the kind of unusual silence that only settles when everyone finally drifted off into the thick, exhausted sleep that comes after laughter, too much food, and being far too happy for one day.
Downstairs, the living room was a minefield of sleeping bags, pillows, and sprawled limbs. Camila and Jorge were curled together on the couch in a messy tangle of limbs. Tyrel was snoring on the carpet beside LaTasha, who had long since kicked her blanket halfway across the room. Even Ravi had surrendered to slumber on the recliner, one arm dangling off the edge like a drunk puppet with Nandita wrapped up around him.
Only Mia was awake. She had watched with envy as Sarah, Marisol and Bharath went upstairs to their bedroom as the laughter wound down. She lay curled on a makeshift mattress of couch cushions and fleece throws, her eyes wide open in the dimness. The moonlight slanted in through the blinds, washing the room in pale silver. All she could think about was him - Bharath.
Her pulse quickened just thinking of his name. She needed him again. She wanted to sleep beside him and feel that heat and safety that his presence brought her. After going to sleep with him and the girls last night and this morning, she craved his arms like an addict.
Especially because the week ahead would be torture. She would be going back to school and back to pretending that she was just Marisol’s sister. She couldn’t sneaking into his arms and push the other girls out of his lap demanding preferential treatment.There would be no stolen touches or midmorning kisses or hands in her hair at midnight until she could stay over again.
She couldn’t bear the fact that she was so close to him, knowing the girls were draped around him upstairs and she was downstairs all alone. She couldn’t take it anymore. Once she was sure that everyone was in deep sleep, she sat up, careful not to disturb anyone, she slipped off her blanket and padded upstairs. The old wooden steps creaked under her feet, but no one stirred. Everyone was way too tired after the amazing day they had.
Upstairs, the hallway was faintly lit by the glow of the bathroom nightlight. Sarah’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, as if welcoming her in. She didn’t hesitate.
Inside, the room was a mess of clothes, blankets, and warm breath. As usual, Bharath lay in middle of the bed with Marisol and Sarah almost wrapped around him. He looked like a deity in repose. Like some ancient prince being guarded by his priestesses.
Mia felt the ache bloom instantly. The outline of his arousal was unmistakable - thick and proud beneath. She licked her lips instinctively. Even just seeing it made her body heat up. That was hers now. Theirs, yes. But ... hers, too.
Silently, she peeled off her clothes, each movement measured, reverent. Her tank top, then her shorts. No bra, no panties. She eased onto the bed with feline grace, careful not to jostle anyone, crawling low between the bodies until she was draped over Bharath’s torso.
He stirred. Not fully awake. But enough as a low hum of confusion left his throat. Mia leaned in, her lips grazing his and kissed him relishing the inexplicable but thrilling spark ignited into a volcanic kiss. It was full of everything she’d bottled up all day - the hunger, the envy, the love, and the mischief. Her tongue slid against his lazily, her body pressing down until her breasts flattened against his chest and her thighs straddled his waist. He moaned softly into her mouth.
“Mia,” he mumbled, still somewhere between sleep and heat.
She grinned. “Ola mi amor. I missed you!”
He blinked open one eye, still disoriented. “What ... time is it?”
“Late. Everyone’s asleep.”
“You’re not supposed to -”
“I know,” she said, lips ghosting across his. “But I’m not going to see you like this for five whole nights next week. You really thought I’d sleep downstairs? Alone? After everything?”
He groaned softly as her hips settled over his, his erection pinned beneath her slick warmth.
“Mia...”
“Shhh.” She kissed him again, softer this time. “I’m not breaking our pact. I promise.”
She reached down and slowly to expose the thick bulge pressing against his boxers. She kissed it once, just a soft, reverent kiss. Then she flicked her tongue against the tip, still covered by fabric.
Bharath’s breath caught.
“You’re evil,” he rasped.
“I’m patient,” she whispered, smiling. “Just a few more days. But tonight...”
She scooted up, her breasts brushing his chin, and cradled his face between them. “Tonight, I just want to sleep with you. Like this.”
And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she guided his face against her chest and let him suckle her fabulous breasts. He did greedily as Mia exhaled, her fingers threading through his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist. She pressed her cheek to the top of his head, kissing his crown. She felt his arms shift to hold Marisol and Sarah tightly as they stirred slightly, adjusting around the new body now sharing the warmth.
None of them woke up. They just breathed deeper. Mia had never felt more full. This ... this was her place. Pressed to the man who had undone her completely. Holding him. Nursing him. Loving him back to sleep like he was hers to protect. She smiled into the dark. Next time, she was going to fall asleep like this with him inside her.
But for now ... this was perfect.
While Bharath continued to suckle on Mia, Sarah blinked groggily awake, adjusting her cheek against Bharath’s shoulder. Her eyes opened halfway and then ... paused as her eyes widened seeing Mia moaning slightly as Bharath went to town on Mia’s breasts.
“Oh my God,” Sarah murmured quietly, lips curling into a smirk as she blinked more fully awake. “Seriously?”
Mia grinned. “I need this. I couldn’t stay away after today. He just looked so good between you two,” she whispered, not even trying to sound apologetic. “He really loves our breasts huh?”
Sarah rubbed her eyes, then glanced down - past Bharath’s blissfully busy mouth, past Mia’s cradling form, to the absolutely unignorable tent between Mia’s thighs.
“Girl,” she said under her breath. “He’s about to explode.”
“I know,” Mia said, biting her lip. “And I’m not even allowed to help him. He’s been like this since I crawled on top of him. Poor thing.”
Bharath groaned faintly in his sleep, shifting again. His hips bucked unconsciously, grinding up into Mia’s thighs with a desperate need to find some sort of friction. Sarah let out a soft curse. Her body was waking up faster than her mind as her thighs clenched together. Something about watching him like this - so needy, so helplessly aroused in sleep, so cradled by Mia’s loving body - was setting fire to her veins.
She brushed her hand over his abs. They twitched under her touch.
Mia’s smile deepened. “He needs someone to take the hit,” she whispered wickedly. “Take care of him. For the team.”
Sarah groaned. “You’re awful.”
“You’re already thinking about it,” Mia teased.
Bharath whimpered in his sleep again, the sound heartbreakingly needy.
Sarah’s hand had slid lower.
“Just ... to ease the pressure,” she murmured.
“You’re doing a public service.”
Sarah leaned in, kissed Mia’s shoulder softly, and then shifted expertly to straddle Bharath’s hips. He woke then, blinking up at her in confusion.
“Sarah?” he mumbled, lips wet from Mia’s breast. “What’s...”
“I’m here,” she whispered over Mia as she silenced him with her chest. “Let us love you.”
Mia watched with her breath held as Sarah hissed in pleasure as she slotted him inside her. Her body moved with purpose and gentleness, curling against his. Her hips rocked just once, lightly, and his breath hitched sharply. His eyes fluttered closed.
“Shhh,” Sarah cooed, kissing his hand now. “Let me do all the work baby. Just feel me.”
Mia turned to see Sarah as her hand moved to his chest, tracing slow circles as she continued to cradle his head. He was caught between them - one wrapped around his face, the other wrapped around his body. The room was thick with heat as the girls grew more and more aroused seeing each other with their man. Sarah’s hands braced against his shoulders as she began to move - slow, gliding rolls that made his entire body shudder.
He gasped. His head jerked forward. Straight into Mia’s chest. She guided him there again, offering herself freely. His mouth was warm and desperate, suckling again like he was starving for her. His hands gripped both of them now - one on Sarah’s hip, the other on Mia’s back, holding tight as though anchoring himself in a storm of pleasure and need.
Sarah’s moans were low and steady, her breath falling in rhythm with the motion of her hips. Every shift brought him closer. Every kiss made him softer, messier, more undone.
“You’re so full of need,” Sarah whispered into his ear. “So good. So strong ... but even the strongest man needs this. Let us carry it for you.”
Mia felt him trembling now. His fingers dug into her spine. His mouth suckled harder, more desperately. She cupped the back of his head and pressed him closer, kissing his forehead, whispering soft encouragements as Sarah continued to ride out the tension building inside him.
Bharath couldn’t last much longer under Mia and Sarah’s assault as cried out once - a low, guttural sound that he tried to muffle against Mia’s chest. And then he stilled. His body shivered in Sarah’s arms, and then slumped between them spent and sated. His breathing slowed.
Sarah collapsed forward, resting her cheek against his sweat-damp shoulder. Mia never let go, just rocked him gently in her arms like he was something precious.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the gentle rustle of sheets and the slow rhythm of Bharath’s breathing - deep, steady, utterly relaxed in the arms of his women.
His head remained nestled between Mia’s breasts, lips still lazily nuzzling the soft swell of her skin. One of his arms was still looped around Sarah, the other now limply tangled with Mia’s waist. His body had gone boneless with satisfaction, caught in a blissful sleep only true worship could offer. Sarah was curled along his side, hair damp, lips kissed pink, her thigh still hooked possessively over his. She looked dreamy - half-asleep, half-smug. Mia’s hair was tousled like a lioness after conquest, one leg draped firmly across Bharath’s torso, her arms locked around his head.
They were about to go back to sleep when Marisol stretched and made woke up with a loud yawn. She was jostled awake and missed Bharath’s arms around her as she sat up. Marisol’s curls were a wild halo, her voice low and raspy with sleep. She blinked blearily at the tangle of limbs in front of her, taking in the flushed skin, the sweat-slicked bodies, the unmistakable smell of sex and surrender hanging faintly in the air.
And the final straw was when she saw Mia smirking at her while Bharath was still nursing from her.
“Que Carajo! Oh hell no.”
“Mari -”
“You guys started without me?”
Sarah looked up sheepishly. “It wasn’t planned...”
Mia, not even pretending to be sorry, said, “He was suffering. We just ... helped.”
Marisol’s nostrils flared.
“I knew something was up when I felt that shift on the bed. And I knew that boner was not from a dream about calculus.”
“Hey,” Sarah whispered, reaching over to touch her arm gently. “It wasn’t meant to leave you out. He was hurting. You were dead asleep. We figured we’d just ... calm him down. Quick rescue mission.”
“I didn’t even hear you moan!” Marisol hissed.
“I think that’s because you were snoring,” Mia offered helpfully.
Marisol turned her glare on her. “You’re not helping.”
Mia tilted her head and cupped Bharath’s cheek more fully into her breast. “He seems to think I am.”
Marisol crossed her arms. “Unbelievable.”
Sarah sat up slightly and cupped Marisol’s cheek. “Hey,” she whispered. “Don’t pout. I already feel guilty. But ... we’ll make it up to you.”
“How?”
Sarah woke up Bharath and when she was sure he was awake she leaned in slowly and kissed Marisol intimately. Their lips brushed once. Then again. Slower this time. A smile crept across Marisol’s face as she leaned into it, her body unclenching, her resentment melting under the heat of shared mischief as she saw Bharath’s eyes widen and felt him harden immediately.
Mia watched them with interest, still stroking Bharath’s hair. “That’s hot. Do it again.”
Sarah chuckled against Marisol’s lips. “We owe her.”
So they kissed again, deeper this time, their fingers tangling gently in each other’s hair. Bharath stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently into Mia’s chest as he became impossibly aroused.
Marisol broke the kiss and sighed, rubbing her face. “Okay. Okay. I forgive you.”
“You sure?” Sarah whispered, nuzzling her.
Marisol nodded. “But next time, I get dibs.”
Mia grinned. “Deal. But only if I get to keep this position.”
She adjusted slightly, tightening her legs around Bharath’s waist and guiding his mouth back into the soft swell of her breast. His lips latched instinctively. A low, satisfied hum vibrated from his throat.
Sarah shook her head with a smile. “You’re obsessed.”
Mia beamed. “This is literally the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
Marisol laughed softly. “It does look comfy.”
“You have no idea,” Mia whispered, tilting her head back. “It’s like cuddling a space heater and a baby animal all at once. He’s so warm. And that mouth...”
They all watched as Bharath suckled Mia gently, his brow smooth, a faint smile on his lips.
“God, he looks like he’s dreaming of heaven,” Sarah murmured.
“He is in heaven,” Mia said proudly. “I made sure of that.”
Marisol snorted. “You and Sarah.”
“Well...” Mia’s voice dropped into a teasing purr. “I wasn’t riding him. I was just ... emotionally supportive.”
“Oh, you were feeding him,” Sarah teased. “Spiritually, physically, emotionally...”
“I call it cradle therapy. It’s therapeutic.”
Marisol lay back down with a sigh, curling up on Bharath’s other side. “If that’s what feeding him looks like, I want in.”
“Then we have to rotate,” Sarah said, propping herself up on one elbow. “New tradition. We switch spots every night.”
Mia gasped. “You’d let me keep this spot regularly?”
“Once you’re sleeping with us full-time,” Marisol said softly, brushing Mia’s ankle with hers beneath the sheets. “Of course.”
Mia grinned.
Sarah added, “We just make a schedule. Everyone gets a turn being the cuddled center. One night you cradle him, one night you hold him from behind, one night you get spooned. Full coverage.”
“Like a ... boyfriend blanket,” Mia giggled.
“Or a Bharath burrito,” Marisol muttered.
“I want the breastfeeding position though,” Mia said decisively, kissing Bharath’s hair. “And every other night I get to stay here at least.”
Marisol and Sarah burst into quiet laughter.
Bharath stirred again, turning his face into Mia’s chest, groaning softly. His grip on her waist tightened just enough to remind them that even in sleep, he felt them.
“I think he agrees,” Mia whispered, absolutely glowing.
For a while, none of them spoke. They just breathed.
“Then it’s settled,” Marisol whispered, her breath ghosting over Bharath’s shoulder. “Rotation every night.”
“Fair and equal,” Sarah murmured, brushing a kiss against the shell of Marisol’s ear. “We all get a turn being the center.”
Mia hummed, utterly content.
Marisol shifted then, sliding one of Bharath’s arms down her body, guiding his large, limp hand between her thighs with reverent precision. She settled it right where she needed it most - where the warmth still pulsed from earlier jealousy and now deep affection.
Sarah followed silently, mirroring her movement. Her breath caught as Bharath’s other hand, guided lovingly by her fingers, slid between her legs and pressed inside her core. Their triangle was complete as she moaned in pleasure.
Marisol exhaled slowly, pressing her forehead against Bharath’s bicep. “Perfect.”
Sarah nestled in on the other side, curling her thigh over his leg once more, wrapping her whole body around him. “He really does fit us like he was made for us.”
Mia chuckled softly, looking down at the man blissfully suckling. Her fingers threaded through his hair again as she whispered, “He was made for us.”
And maybe it was true. Maybe it wasn’t coincidence or hormones or the heat of a chaotic college year. Maybe this - this impossible constellation of bodies and emotions - was exactly what fate had in mind.
Marisol’s breath had already deepened. Sarah’s hand curled around Bharath’s wrist, holding his fingers against her tender core as she implored him to go faster. The glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across their intertwined limbs, catching the sheen of skin, the curve of shoulder, the glint of Mia’s necklace as it settled against Bharath’s chest.
Mia looked down at him again, her breath catching slightly as she felt that familiar ache. She kissed his head. Once. Then again.
“Good night, baby,” she whispered. “Tomorrow you’ll ride roller coasters and eat funnel cake, and everyone will think we’re just friends.”
She smiled at the ridiculousness of it.
Friends didn’t do this. Friends didn’t nurse each other to sleep in tangled piles of heat and devotion. Friends didn’t hold hands between thighs or breathe each other’s names like prayers in the dark. This was more.
And tomorrow could wait. Because tonight ... was hers. Mia closed her eyes, pressing her cheek to the top of Bharath’s head, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, cradling him like a goddess lulling her chosen to sleep.
She felt his breath against her breast. His heartbeat under her palm. The warmth of Marisol’s skin at her back. The whisper of Sarah’s giggle just before she drifted off completely.
And then, finally, Mia sighed. The kind of sigh that only comes after something is satiated. Almost.
Next week on my birthday, she thought sleepily, her grin blooming again, next time he won’t just be suckling. She giggled softly to herself.
Eight - no seven days now!
She could wait - but oh, barely.
The morning had barely begun to unfurl across the Atlanta skyline when Mia stirred. The clock still read that it was only 4:00 AM. She was wrapped in the warmest cocoon imaginable - limbs tangled with Marisol and Sarah on either side and Bharath’s body still tethered to hers like a living heat source. Mia felt like her body might never want to leave this bed, but her mind had other plans. She blinked slowly. Bharath’s lips were still latched around her breast, his suckling soft and unconscious now. Her heart ached at the sight. He looked so peaceful. So content...
Carefully, she brushed a curl from his forehead and whispered, “Baby...”
Bharath stirred with a low hum. His lips loosened from her nipple, a tiny sigh escaping him like a lover reluctant to wake from paradise.
“Mmm ... what time is it?” he asked, voice thick with sleep, eyes not yet open.
“Still early,” she whispered, kissing his temple. “Too early. But I want something.”
His eyes fluttered open then - still hazy, but alert at her tone. “What do you need, chellam?”
“A bath,” Mia whispered, her smile growing mischievous. “Just you and me. Please? Before anyone wakes up.”
Bharath hesitated for half a heartbeat, looking past her shoulder to where Sarah and Marisol still slept, their faces serene and their bodies curled around his sides.
As if summoned, Marisol murmured, “Go with her...”
Sarah’s hand reached blindly across the sheets and patted his hip. “She deserves her turn.”
“We’ll keep the bed warm,” Marisol added with a sleepy grin, not opening her eyes. “And we’ll collect interest later.”
Bharath smiled, kissed them both softly on the cheeks, then rose. Marisol and Sarah rolled into each other’s arms already missing Bharath’s warm body between them. Mia was already waiting at the foot of the bed. She took his hand and led him to the bathroom, heart racing, body already aflame with anticipation.
The bathroom, attached to the master bedroom, was modest but functional in that rental home kind of way - white porcelain tub, faux-marble counters, and a full-sized mirror that Mia couldn’t stop glancing at.
The moment the door shut behind them, she turned and pressed herself against him.
“Claim me again,” she whispered. “Just for now. Just for this morning. Make me forget that I have to go.”
Bharath didn’t answer with words. His lips descended on hers, one hand tangling in her dark hair, the other skimming down her spine to cradle her bare backside. She moaned into his mouth as he lifted her effortlessly and held her in his arms cupping her delectable ass. Mia quickly wrapped both her legs around him as he turned on the shower.
The water ran behind them, but she barely noticed. All her focus was on the way his hands cupped her bottom while they kissed passionately. He set her down gently and whispered, “Let me love you.”
What followed could only be described as a baptism of ecstasy. Mia had imagined what being with Bharath alone might be like. She’d fantasized a hundred scenarios - some wild, some tender. But nothing prepared her for this.
In the dim candle-like glow of the bathroom’s nightlight, Bharath became something divine. His touch was slow but assured, teasing her thighs apart under the water, then tracing slow circles just below the surface.
Mia gasped as his fingers found her core, then whimpered when they didn’t stop.
He kissed the back of her neck, murmuring praises between each stroke. “You’re perfect ... you’re mine ... every inch of you...”
Her body was already trembling by the time the first climax crested through her, but he didn’t stop. He shifted her gently, now facing him in the tub, straddling his lap. With her arms locked around his neck, he guided her hips in slow circles while his mouth devoured her breasts. His tongue flicked over each peak, lips wrapping around them with hungry reverence.
Mia cried out, clutching him, moaning his name repeatedly. She was almost incoherent as he played with her body like a finely tuned instrument causing her to climax multiple times - each climax like a wave crashing through her bones.
He held her tighter, lips still worshipping her chest. “Again,” he whispered. “You can take more.”
And she did. Over and over.
He coaxed her into climaxing repeatedly, more times than she thought possible ... each one building on the last until her body was nothing but liquid tremor and breathless laughter.
“You’re evil,” she whispered, eyes glassy with tears of pleasure, forehead resting on his. “Beautiful, terrible, perfect evil.”
“You asked for this,” he murmured, kissing her deeply now. “And I’ll give you more if you want.”
“No,” she breathed. “No more. I’m going to faint.”
He smiled against her lips. “That means I win.”
Eventually, they stood still in the warm water, her back cradled against his chest again, both breathing slow and deep. Her skin was flushed, her body utterly boneless with satisfaction.
“You’ve ruined me for any other man I meet after this,” she said softly.
“There won’t be others. You’re mine,” he said, without arrogance. Just quiet certainty.
Mia sighed. “I know. I don’t want there to be.”
They sat like that for a while - bodies soft and soaking, fingers laced together over her stomach.
Then, reluctantly, they rose. Bharath dried her gently, like she might break, then wrapped her in one of the large white towels and kissed her forehead.
“You okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” she whispered. “I’m ... peaceful. Finally.”
When they tiptoed back into the bedroom, the room was still cloaked in the faint blue hue of pre-dawn.
Marisol stirred and cracked open one eye. “How many times?”
“I don’t know. I lost count after the first few,” Mia whispered with a smug grin.
Sarah groaned. “Not fair...”
“Back-to-back?” Marisol asked, voice thick with envy.
Mia nodded, curling back into the bed with a happy sigh. “He broke me.”
“My turn tonight,” Sarah grumbled.
“I get the bath next,” Marisol added, glaring half-heartedly.
Bharath climbed into bed with a weary smile. “You are going to kill me.”
“Good,” the girls murmured in unison, pulling him in close again.
Sarah and Marisol each claimed a hand, guiding his fingers between their thighs with greedy expectation. Mia nestled between his legs once more, letting her hair fan across his chest.
“I’ll sleep now,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed.
“Try not to moan,” Marisol teased. “Or we’ll know you’re not really done.”
Mia giggled sleepily, nuzzling closer. “Then plug my mouth...”
“Oh, we will,” Sarah muttered, already shifting closer.
The air at the Five Points MARTA station smelled faintly of metal and tired coffee. A few pigeons fluttered near the rafters overhead, while distant announcements echoed off the concrete walls in a crackle of static and boredom.
But for the group gathered near the southbound platform, the moment felt anything but mundane.
Mia stood a little apart from the others, arms wrapped tightly around herself despite the light jacket she wore. Her eyes were bright - not just from the morning chill, but from the tears she was trying hard not to shed.
“Okay,” she said softly, offering the group a brave smile that trembled at the edges. “So ... this is me.”
The gang turned toward her as one, the energy of their pre-Six Flags excitement dimming all at once.
“You sure you can’t come?” Camila asked, rubbing the back of her neck. “We can stall a bit, maybe catch a later train -”
“No, no,” Mia said quickly, waving him off. “I have school tomorrow. I already skipped two days over the past two weeks. My mom’s gonna kill me if I push it.”
Marisol stepped forward, hugging her sister tightly. “She already thinks you’re staying out too late and dressing too cute.”
Mia gave a teary laugh. “I am cute.”
“Tell her it’s genetic,” Sarah added, giving Mia’s arm a playful squeeze.
“I’ll tell her I’m finally studying calculus properly,” Mia said with a wink at Bharath. “Not that she’ll believe me.”
Bharath stepped forward, his expression quiet, a little awkward - because goodbyes always felt strange to him. He opened his arms without words, and Mia walked into them without hesitation.
He hugged her tightly, feeling her slender arms wrap around his torso. She smelled like the hotel shampoo from Sarah’s bathroom and something distinctly Mia - warm vanilla and mischief. Her cheek pressed briefly to his chest.
“You’ll come back soon, right?” he asked softly.
Mia nodded, her voice muffled. “I’ll be back tomorrow for tutoring as usual. But it will be a few days before I can stay over again. And next time - I want the full ride. No sharing. No baths for anyone else.”
He chuckled. “Noted.”
Camila suddenly launched forward and wrapped her arms around Mia from the side, her eyes surprisingly glassy.
“I don’t want you to go,” she said bluntly. “You’re, like ... my other half now.”
“Aw,” Mia said, hugging her back fiercely. “You’re mine too. I swear. As soon as I’m free, I’m back. You guys better not do anything too fun without me.”
“No promises,” Jorge called out, grinning as he tried to lighten the mood. “But we’ll save a rollercoaster seat with your name on it.”
“And a turkey leg,” Tyrel added.
“Two,” Ravi said. “You eat like a linebacker.”
Mia laughed through her sniffles. “Okay, wow. Now I have to come back. Y’all are starving without me.”
The southbound train thundered into the station behind them, whooshing up gusts of wind and screeching metal. The gang instinctively turned to look - except Mia, who turned to Bharath again.
For a moment, it was just the two of them in that busy, impersonal station.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything. For ... letting me in.”
Bharath looked surprised, then deeply moved. “You were already in.”
She looked up at him, eyes shining. “Yeah. But now I never want out.”
The overhead voice crackled again, announcing the Doraville-bound train on the opposite platform. Mia took a shaky breath.
“That’s me.”
Marisol touched her sister’s arm. “You want us to walk you over?”
Mia shook her head. “I’ll cry harder if you do.”
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