“You’re leaving tomorrow,” I murmured as we danced together to a slow song at a jazz club we’d found after leaving the restaurant.
“It’s too soon, isn’t it?”
I knew what he meant. “No, it’s not. It’s just right. It means we’re forced to take things at a leisurely pace because we’ll be apart for long periods of time. It makes the time we do spend together that much more potent.”
“How does that help me when I’m lonely and you’re not there?” he grumbled and smoothed a hand over my shoulder.
“I’ll buy you a dildo that vibrates and has my name stamped on it.”
He laughed and snorted all over my shirt. “Sorry,” he said when he calmed down.
“It’s okay. I have a memory of you now. I’ll never wash this shirt again.”
“That’s gross.”
“Eh.”
Monty’s arms were warm around my waist, his head comf
