A week.
This was the best end of school year present ever.
They agreed over dessert that they would each go home in their separate cars. Ben would pack a bag, then take it over to Ana’s. It prolonged the week beginning, but it was a necessary step. Once it was done, that was it. He got Ana for seven whole days before she disappeared on her business trip.
He didn’t even make it to their cars before reaching out to touch her.
“Anything special I need to bring?” he asked, tugging her against him.
Ana touched his chest, her fingers warm through his shirt. “No. Just you.” She looked up with wide eyes, and her mouth was almost close enough for him to touch. “And clothes, if you think you’ll get a chance to wear them.”
Ben smiled. “If you think I’m gardening in the nude, you’re crazy. There
