Masuk
The sun shone brightly. The heat hit the students right where they thought no sun should reach. It was the end of the semester and everybody was bursting with energy. They had two months to rest and most of them vowed to do wild things.
Cassie, Emily, and Sarah spilled out of the humanities building together, laughing and drunk on relief. The final exams were over and they were excited. They hadn't realized that PHD was a bit more technical than Masters or degree, but it didn't matter because soon enough,after their internships and thesis defense, they would get to be called doctors. “I’m never reading another footnote as long as I live.” Emily said as she walked with a jump. "But you haven't finished or defended your thesis yet," Cassie reminded her politely. "It can't be harder than my Masters thesis,"Emily replied with a wink. "I swear we are going out, and I am going to drink myself silly." Sarah fanned herself with a piece of paper. “Speak for yourself. I’m going straight home, face-planting into my pillow, and not moving until Monday.” "Nop, we are going out. We must grind and twerk on some brainless men with muscles and tattoos before we get back to serious internship business. I need to be laid sooo bad." She was serious. Sarah tried to protest but Emily could hear none of it. Cassie just smiled, quiet as always, letting the moment wash over her. The weight that had sat on her chest for months had finally lifted and she felt lighter. They walked towards the iron gates at the edge of campus. Emily hooked an arm through Cassie’s. “So. Summer plans. Hit me.” “Silicon Valley,” Sarah said, practically glowing. “Tech start-up. Unlimited LaCroix. Bean bags. The whole cliché.” Emily snorted. “I’m going back to the marketing agency, but this time I’m demanding the social-media department. Someone has to get paid to doomscroll for a living. Man, I have been doing donkey work in class.” Both pairs of eyes swung to Cassie. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I… don’t actually have anything lined up yet, but I'll definitely get something. I'll talk to my brother about it.” Emily’s grin turned predatory. “Perfect.” Sarah groaned. “Here we go.” Emily stopped dead in the middle of the path, forcing a river of students to part around them. “Cassandra Marie Ellis, you are turning twenty six this year and you have never put your legs on someone's shoulder. Nop, nop, nop.” Cassie’s cheeks flushed red like tomatoes, “Emily...” “No, no, hear me out.” Emily’s voice dropped into the dangerous volume that meant someone was about to have their life changed whether they liked it or not. “We are fixing this. This weekend. You are getting under someone, sitting on their faces till you squirt...” Sarah’s mouth formed a perfect O. “You’re not seriously suggesting...” “A dare,” Emily finished, eyes sparkling like broken glass. “By Monday morning, Cassie will no longer be a virgin. If she succeeds, we buy her the most expensive steak dinner in the city and throw in a spa day. If she fails…” Emily’s gaze slid to the delicate crystal globe necklace resting against Cassie’s collarbone; her grandmother’s last gift, the one thing she never took off. “That beauty becomes mine.” Cassie’s hand flew instinctively to the pendant. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.” Sarah whistled low. “That’s cold, Em.” “That’s motivation,” Emily corrected. Cassie’s pulse hammered in her throat. Two years ago, her college boyfriend had smiled sweetly for nine months into their relationship, said he respected her choice to wait… and then slept with his lab partner the same week. Cassie hadn’t cried for long. She’d thrown herself into her master’s thesis, told herself the right man would appear when the time was perfect. But perfection was taking its sweet time. And twenty six was starting to feel like a neon sign flashing “still waiting” above her head. Emily extended her pinky, the same way she had when they were eighteen and swearing they’d all lose their virginity before graduation, a promise only Cassie had failed to keep. “Rules are simple,” Emily said. “You choose the man. You choose the place. No names required. No strings. One weekend to get fucked into oblivion. Leg+shaking orgasms and all.” Sarah leaned in, voice teasing but kind. "I could hook you up with my former study mate. A quiet guy, looks steady and is intelligent." "John?" Cassie asked. "Yeah. John Mark. A perfect gentleman. And I know he'll take it slow since it will be your first time," Sarah answered. "Nop. John is boring as hell. Cassie needs her first time to be unforgettable. She needs to licked senseless till she is begging for mercy from the angels, not some polite dude who is going to offer polite sex, tweaking her nipple like he's searching for a TV station," Emily rambled as they walked home. "Emily!" Sarah shouted. "What? I am right and you guys know it. John is not it. No hooking her up Sarah, let her find her own man. She's capable and intelligent," Emily said with a wink. "You are shameless," Sarah jokingly pushed her shoulders. "But you love me all the same." Emily wiggled her pinky. “So, deal or no deal?” Cassie thought of every romance novel she’d devoured in secret, every late-night fantasy she’d never admitted out loud. She thought of the way her own heartbeat felt like a caged thing lately, begging to be let out. She thought: Maybe there is no right person. Maybe I just have to be brave enough to take what I want. Cassie hooked her pinky through Emily’s. “Deal.” Sarah whooped. Emily cackled like a villain who’d just signed her own victory speech. Cassie felt energized. She was done waiting for permission. By Monday morning, the girl walking out of these gates would be gone. And the woman replacing her would be untouchable. She tightened her grip on Emily’s finger, sealing the pact. Emily’s eyes went wide with delight. “That’s my girl.” Sarah slung an arm around Cassie’s shoulders, "I hope you win. Besides the orgasms, I wouldn't want Emily to get that beautiful pendant. She wouldn't let you forget it of she does." "Thank you. I plan on winning." Cassie said with a shy smile. Cassie smiled, slow and secret. She couldn’t wait to ruin it.Cassie woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom blinds. Reggie was still asleep beside her, one arm flung across her waist, face half-buried in the pillow. She watched him for a moment; the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint scar on his eyebrow from some long-ago fight Asher refused to talk about and felt a quiet happiness settle in her bones.She slipped from bed carefully, padded barefoot to the kitchen, and started coffee. The apartment smelled like cedar and last night’s takeout containers still on the counter. Her phone buzzed on the island while the machine gurgled.An email from the university.Subject: Final Reminder... Doctoral Commencement CeremonyCassie,This is your final reminder that the graduation is scheduled for Friday, 20th from10:00 a.m. in the Grand Hall. Your name has been confirmed on the graduate list. Please arrive by 9:00 a.m. for robing and lineup. Caps, gowns, and hoods will be provided.We look forward to celebrating your achievement.Warm
Cassie woke most mornings to the soft clink of Reggie in the kitchen, the smell of coffee drifting under the bedroom door like a promise. The weeks after her internship ended carried a gentle rhythm she had never known before. There were no deadlines pressing at her temples, no hospital beeps echoing in her ears, only the slow, deliberate unfolding of days shared with someone who chose her every single time.Their dates were small and deliberate, carved out of ordinary evenings like treasures. One Tuesday he took her to a narrow Italian place hidden behind a dry cleaner’s, the kind of spot that didn’t advertise. It smelled like garlic and fresh basil the moment they stepped inside. They squeezed into a corner table barely big enough for two plates, sharing gnocchi in brown butter and a bottle of wine between them. The rain tapped the single window beside their booth. Reggie told her stories about his first apartment in college; a shoebox with a mattress on the floor and a ceiling that
Cassie stood in the doorway of the break room, arms crossed loosely over her chest, watching the team arrange platters of sandwiches, fruit skewers, and a towering chocolate cake someone had clearly spent too much time decorating. The sign above the table read “Farewell, Cassie!” in bright blue marker, the exclamation point slightly crooked. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling. The sight made her throat tighten.She had not expected this.Linda appeared at her elbow, holding two paper plates. “You thought we’d let you sneak out quietly?”Cassie laughed, soft and surprised. “I thought maybe a quick goodbye email would do.”“Not a chance.” Linda handed her a plate. “You’ve been part of this team. We don’t say goodbye to family through emails.”The lunch stretched into the early afternoon. People drifted in and out; analysts she had collaborated with on the merger report, junior associates who had asked her endless questions, even Tyler the intern who slipped her a small potted succulent
Mr. Patel came back the next week.Cassie sat at the small conference table in the glass-walled meeting room, hands folded in her lap, trying not to fidget while Mr. Patel flipped through the final pages of her evaluation packet. The supervisor’s face remained unreadable, lips pursed, pen tapping once, twice, until he finally closed the folder and looked up.“Cassandra,” Mr. Patel began, voice calm but warm, “this is one of the strongest internship evaluations I’ve written in years.”Cassie blinked. The words landed slowly, like stones dropped into still water.“Your performance metrics are exceptional with timely deliverables, insightful and seamless collaboration with the team. The merger impact report you co-authored last month? It’s already been referenced in two executive summaries. Your thesis draft is polished, well-researched, and shows real critical thinking. And your professionalism…” Mr. Patel leaned forward slightly. “You handled a family emergency without missing a beat.
Cassie woke before dawn to a quiet mansion. She slipped out of bed, padded to the kitchen, and brewed coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Asher shuffled in twenty minutes later, walker clicking, his hair mussed, but eyes brighter than they had been in days.“You’re up early,” he said, easing into a chair.“My supervisor called yesterday to tell me that he will be dropping by my place of internship on Friday for the last project review." She poured him a mug and slid it across the table. “I need to catch up on everything before then.”Asher sipped, watching her over the rim. “You sure you’re ready?”She nodded. “You’re walking to the mailbox without help now. You ate a whole sandwich last night without complaining. Mrs. Carla will be coming every day. You’re in good hands.”He grunted, but the corner of his mouth lifted. “Fine. But as I said, if Reggie doesn’t treat you right, I’m driving to the city and breaking his knees.”Cassie laughed, the sound startling in the stillness. “Not
Asher shuffled in from the kitchen, walker clicking softly against the hardwood. He looked at her face and frowned.“You okay?”She nodded, wiping her cheeks quickly. “Yeah. I am okay. Just reading about the office drama. Nina was telling me about the new intern spilling coffee everywhere.” She was smiling.Asher snorted and eased himself onto the sofa beside her. “Sounds about right. Remember when you spilled soup on the break room microwave your first week?”Cassie groaned. “Don’t remind me.”He leaned back, careful of his ribs. “You survived. You always do. The new guy will survive too.”She rested her head on his shoulder. “So do you. And yes he will. I guess he is just anxious about pleasing the boss.”They sat in comfortable silence for a while. The radiator hissed. Outside, snow tapped gently against the windows.Asher spoke first, voice quieter. “You don’t have to stay here every second, you know. I’m not going anywhere.”“I know.” She lifted her head. “But I want to.”He stud







