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“My last final is tomorrow,” Jules says in the dark. Her voice is sleepy but like a small child she’s trying her hardest to stay awake. “I can’t believe I don’t want this semester to end.”
“Me either,” Ophelia whispers. She runs her fingers through Jules’s blonde hair and down her back. “But it’s just nine weeks, we can do nine weeks. Plus, we have snapchat, twitter, Instagram. We’ll barely be away from each other.”
“What if we don’t have to be away?” Jules nuzzles her face in Ophelia’s neck, “You could come home with me. Or we could go somewhere.”
“Like where?”
“New York. Do a weekend trip where we pretend we’re just two normal girls in love. Maybe see Wicked.”
“I like that plan.” Ophelia kissed Jules’s head. “Go to sleep and we’ll iron out the plans in the morning. Ok?”
“Ok.”