Hands in his car fumbling around while the clock ticks to its countdown.I should be somewhere right now, I think...and here I am. I have arrived. Time to go.
He kisses me. Hands moving southward and beneath the obstacles but not the obstacles that sit on the floor.
"I could stand here and do this for you...to you...with you," he says, continuing his two week old tease. "You have that midterm and we have no time...But if we did...""That's why God created Sundays, babe. We'll see each other then."
And therein starts a new countdown.
